thursday nite tv advice

minor Grey’s Anatomy spoiler alert
I would like for the writers of Grey’s Anatomy to work on a script while they are sober. You know Shonda Rimes (creator) isn’t writing these Days-of-our-Lives-exorcisms (’90s reference), because she’s too busy creating the new Addison spin off (costarring ripped-ass Taye Diggs, yea) and writing a pilot for what will hopefully be a Murphy Brown-like series about female journalists – WORD IF ONE of tHEM IS AN ARTS CRITIC WITH AN ADVERB FOR A FIRST NAME. So it would be nice if her Grey’s script-author fill-ins (the bartender from the emerald city pub?) would step back, breathe, and stop trying to slaughter the ratings haus. If it is scientifically implausible, why let the wench live!! We don’t watch this show for that annoying narcissist Meredith and her trophy boyf, anyway. We watch it for the complex career ambitions and underdeveloped emotional intimacies of our idols Cristina Yang, Nurse Miranda, and Addison [Maiden Name].
“Flipping back and forth between 30 Rock and Grey’s” is about to become “30 Rock on lock,” lest I ever miss another Tracy Morgan / video games sequence again.
Tracy Morgan, shirtless and pointing his hands to the sky ala Superman at Nas’ birthday party, is totally my screen saver.
I can tell you personal shit like that because exhibitionism is that new-new. Or so New York magazine reported last week – which means exhibitionism is that old-new, and total privacy is what’s hot in the streets.
I just changed my screen saver. I’m not telling you what it is.