Random Annoyedness

Annoyedness. It's a new word I just coined. I like it. It's more expressive than annoyances. Anyways, I was provoked into this state by one Fox, which argues that its fall season is starting in September, but this is only true in a technical season. You see, Fox's reality TV programs all start in the first two weeks, but the shows that anyone cares about only start the last two weeks of the month, except the biggest show, House, which premieres in the last week of September. This would not be normally offensive, but Fox shows nothing but the baseball playoffs in October. If you're not going to see another new episode for four weeks--and you only got one before that--I don't think that the season can really be counted as having started. (Especially when you recall Fox's irritating tendency to air 2 episodes in both November and December. Yes, the season's about half over, yet only 5 episodes have aired.) You may be wondering why I've expressed so much annoyance at something I don't actually have the ability to watch anyway, but it's the principle of the matter. Not that I'm advocating a return to the days when the Fox fall season started in November (although it kind of fixed the 5 episode thing by at least having the decency to air those five episodes in a row). What I'm clearly advocating is Fox selling the rights to air the playoffs and World Series to someone else. I don't think this is unreasonable. No one actually watches baseball anymore, but people do watch standard Fox programming, even if it is a third writing tier show like Bones (which survives solely on the desperate hopes of its fans for its lead characters to get together, instead of every single secondary character including the ones that are only around for a season, while its writing continues to plummet spectacularly into an abyss not previously known to exist.) Anyway, that's my rant. I have a couple of others, like how a kid could study English at a third-grade level and not know what "skinny" was or how its not fair to ask me to give a lesson on divorce to a Relief Society full of divorcees and single girls. (I'm not making that up, by the way. There was one other woman in the class who was married and not one of the couple missionaries. Why not just feed me to sharks?) Should probably save them, though.