Dancing WIth Stars

It's great to have non-HBO shows to watch again. Then again, after the Summer TV drought, it's a little daunting to have all these new shows thrown out at me at once.

Given that, I would like to welcome you all to guest blog with your review of any new show that happens to catch your fancy. Obviously, I can't cover them all myself, but I will give it an effort. If you are interested, ping me at howard.solomon@gmail.com. Old shows and new count (that's a hint for you to write something about Heroes, Beno).

First up last night was the new show, Chuck. This has to be the singular most stupid premise of all time. Ready for it? Here goes: nerdy dude works at equivalent of Best Buy. Best friend works for the CIA. Best friend emails him government secrets that somehow gets recorded into his brain. Hot female agent is sent to retrieve secrets, but then decides to help protect him. Nerdy dude has hot sister (which is apropos of nothing, I know). That's it, folks. I am fairly certain my seven year old could have thought of something more provocative. Truly. And yet here's the kicker: it wasn't half bad. It had ... potential. But I am going to reserve judgement until next Monday night because it could go either way.

Next up is as show that I have purposefully and studiously avoided for years: Dancing with Stars. While I am a reality show junkie, I felt this one was just a tad too much. My father raised me to do many other things other than watch Dancing with Stars --- right dad? Anyway, last night the Wife had it on and I was so tired from my day at work that I couldn't get off the couch and it was one of the rare moments where I wasn't multitasking (typically, when i watch TV I am simultaneously either blogging, doing email, reading a work document, yelling at the kids or reading a magazine/book. Sometimes I find myself doing all at once. Totally serious).

Anyway, all I can say is that Dancing with Stars had me at Josie Maran (who, by the way, might be the hottest woman on the planet. I remember her from years ago when she dated David Blaine, but wow. She is astonishingly beautiful. Alas, she also might be the worst dancer in the world).

So, I officially declare that I am in on Dancing with Stars hook, line, and sinker. Silly me resisting all these years. And all you dudes out there -- don't say a word. Just give it ten minutes and you'll understand exactly what I am talking about.

Tonight: Dancing part II and my favorite non-HBO show of all time: Boston legal with House on the TiVo.

More on them tomorrow.