the sound of silence

I realize I've been surprisingly quiet here considering the Fall TV season is really gearing up with a vengeance. Maybe this is just the calm before the storm, but I really don't know what to say.

One of my current favorite shows, "House", has aired two episodes already, making an unusually early outing for a Fox premiere. I could recount some of those zippy one-liners, like when the titular doctor tells Cuddy he's early to work because he thought of her in the shower that morning, but even a gem like that is par for the course with this show anymore. Has "House" really pushed the limit so far that it fails to be novel? Or is he just less fun without the cane?

Meanwhile, the buzzworthy "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip", which has snagged the coveted empty space in my viewing schedule post-"Alias", premieres in a short four days. But an acquaintence showed me a working copy of the pilot and it left me feeling a little cold. Has Aaron Sorkin, like Dr. House, raised the bar too high? Maybe the series just need to gain some traction before it starts to live up to the hype. I'm waiting to see. But waiting doesn't typically make for good writing. For good writing, something has to happen.

And so we wait.

We wait for "Lost", which tried to sate us over the summer with an extra-curricular Internet scavenger hunt which provided an astonishingly small return on time invested. With clues hidden in all conceivable places and encoded in overly-complicated cyphers, only people with extremely specialized knowledge had any chance of solving the puzzles on their own, and it's only due to the dilligence of a small community of fans willing to band together and share that knowledge that I was able to keep up with the exploits of one Rachel Blake. The gist of which was that the Hanso Foundation (which funded the Dharma Initiative's research in the various island hatches) was up to no good. No shit, Sherlock. At least we may have finally discovered what the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42 stand for. They're set values in an equation that will predict the end of humanity. Sure. Why not? Just tell us we'll still get our weekly dose of Evangeline Lily this fall. Hello, hotness.

Until something a little more blog-worthy happens, I guess that's all I have. Peace out.