What we have here is a bunch of adults arguing over dancing, singing dung. Nothing remains but the disembodied head of Jay Leno, floating from movie to movie searching for the public adoration. Gregg Wrenn Dan Rather schusses down the slopes while reporting on the sagging Japanese economy. We come to mourn Jenny in all its banal splendor.
Commercials are here to stay.
We try to make you happy. But for some reason, you just stare. Greg Knauss Seinfeld is a constant, painful kidney stone dragging its way through the urinary tract of Thursday night. I'm starting to understand why Elvis kept shooting his TV sets. On 'Oprah' Karen Lurie Oprah's self-love can only be calculated on the mammoth scale of Kathie Lee Gifford.