This past week was a busy one. Not only was I finishing up a stewardship video for the Presbytery of Arkansas
and working on a sermon, but it was fall television premiere week. Thank goodness for the miracle of DVR.
The much-anticipated two-hour Grey's Anatomy season six premiere was somewhat diminished by the astonishing
number of commercials shown. I don't think the view got more than eight minutes of show at a time before a
commercial interruption. Caught a couple of the new sit-coms, but couldn't say I'd be marking my calendar to catch them
again. The third season of Mad Men is back and as fabulous as ever. But the winner this season for best entertainment
value is Glee. Even my husband thinks it's entertaining, but it particularly resonates with those of us whose life
in high school revolved around choir practice.
And if we didn't get enough high school angst from Glee on Wednesday night, we topped off at the Taylor Swift concert last night. You get a talented singer songwriter who was a junior high outcast, had her heart broken too many times to count in high school and is only 18, and you get a whole lot of songs about romance, broken hearts and revenge. It was a good show--even though young Miss Swift is quite a little drama queen. And I imagine the 13 to 16-year-old female crowd had one of the best nights of their young lives.
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