Two Thumbs Up

TV is magic. Since our childhood, it has kindled our curiosity (Magnum P.I’s ultra-hairy chest), has given us role models (Marsha, Marsha, Marsha) and has assisted us in our moral growth (Jeannie could stay at Major Nelson’s house only because she slept in her own bottle). Also, let’s not forget how we were exposed to the classics (Shakespearean plots of “Three’s Company”), to sensitive issues (Fred Flinstone develops a gambling addiction) and the quality family time (I get clicker control) spent in front of the glowing box.

Yes, we went to school, but no one could educate us like Charlie’s Angels (kick-ass broads who endured prison strip-searches to go undercover) and the helpful crew aboard the Love Boat, where they could solve all problems somewhere between San Pedro and Mazatlan. Few could delight us like Lucy and Ethel or give us hope like Fantasy-maker Mr. Roarke and his sidekick Tattoo.

Long story short (if it’s not too late already)…we still think TV is awesome and we’ve never passed a day without a Seinfeld-related reference, we now know what Neurocystercercosis is (thanks, House), can do a pouf-a-la-Snookie and can roll fondant like nobodies business. And this coming week, we get to cross something off our bucket list…Wednesday, we head to Los Angeles to take part in a Pre-Emmy Gifting Suite and hand out copies of “Bite Me” to those we’ve gazed at longingly (do you think Chachi will show?) and…we can’t quite believe it…we’re going to the Emmy’s on Sunday night. We’ll be in the nosebleed seats, but we promise to share every single solitary second with you. Gotta go…time for our TV dinner.

PS. If you have any suggestions on where to eat in LA, we’d love to know.