You'd think that between the appalling antics of Bret Michaels and Paula Abdul, I'd be too wiped out to consider other offerings of the idiot box. Oh, but you'd be wrong. The electronic babysitter usually has something worth watching. (Unless it's 3 p.m. on a Sunday. That's just a freaking wasteland.) Here's another surprise: not everything I watch is reality TV.
Almost everything. But not quite!