The First Echo

It is widely known that I have a knack (a gift? a curse?) for committing to memory the most random and most trivial pieces of television history. A gift, because it advanced me to the Interview Round of the auditions for VH1's World Series of Pop Culture back in January. A curse, because whenever I eavesdrop on passing conversations in which Person A will misinform Person B on an episode they watched, describing the wrong actor or plotline, I can't resist to intervene and correct both parties while mentally tsk-tsking their stupidity. My Sunday afternoon, while bedridden and recovering from a nasty stomach bug (Bad cashew chicken, bad!), was blessed with a trip down boobtube memory lane, looking back on the short-lived television programs my gift has kept me from forgetting. Some were true gems that had potential while others were just blatant in their inanity. Join me now in a walk down the Hall of TV Shows That Died in Infancy: 1. The Bradys (1990) – CBS, attempting to fil

'Tis the season when the days grow warmer, the grass smells fresher, and one can't escape the onslaught of pastels in every window display of the Gap. Usually I reserve these for summer, but since last Sunday was 90 degrees in LA, Daylight Savings Time came early, and 300 made, ahem, a killing at the box office, why not go ahead and showcase what's currently tickling me that proverbial pink. March: It's the new June. 1. Christina Aguilera's video for "Candyman" Why the VMAs keep overlooking her, I have no clue. The vid for her third single off Back to Basics is a technocolorful throwback to 1940s jazzy pop. Love the vibrant homage to the Andrews Sisters. Although, those girls would have never uttered the lyric, "Makes my cherry pop." 2. The Agency on VH1 Behind the fabulously frantic scenes of the Willhelmina Modeling Agency, where the girls are told to be skinnier, the guys are told to get bigger, and the agents slap the shit out of

Remember this elusive bitch? Coming soon to HBO:PBS. Go ahead, click, and enjoy: Where the fuck indeed.