Phew! After watching too much NBC Olympics coverage (and by Olympics coverage I mean enduring 40 minutes of commercials for every 20 minutes of programming) I was completely burnt out on TV. Yes, I know--JEREMY burnt out on TV. But before you start packing up your bags for Jackson County and the Rapture, rest easy that the desire returned last night when My Name is Earl and The Office were on. I'm still burnt out on TV for a while, but at least I'm not avoiding it like Margaret has been. She finally gave up after seeing the same commercials 50 times.

Speaking of TV, I remember one time on my mission when we found an old TV in the attic that we fiddled with enough to finally were able to get to show a picture. We reveled in the rebelliousness of being able to watch the forbidden fruits of watching Married with Children with Norwegian subtitles. Finally, one of the more straight-laced missionaries broke the TV, thus denying us the escape of bad American TV. Shortly thereafter, at a mission meeting, the mission president's wife told a story about some missionaries who had found a TV in their apartment and started watching it, then moved on to renting a VCR and movies, and then moved on to porn, and then FORNICATED! I remember thinking what a crock and that someone must have mentioned our TV watching to her and she wanted to scare God back into us. Well, the straight-laced missionary later remarked that he KNEW that she had been inspired to tell us that story for our sinful TV watching. Unfortunately for her, that didn't deter me much--at another apartment, there was an old TV and the fact that The Dukes of Hazzard came on during our breakfast hour was a great way to start the day. I know I'm probably going to Hell, but from what I've learned at church, HBO and FOX both broadcast down there, so I'll be all set.