Yea, but it won an Emmy!

I wallow in unnatural environments for the first eight hours of every working day, so when I get home, the first thing I try to do is capture whatever fading sunlight there remains, and go for a walk. This time of year, I have to walk in the dark. Still, the St. Paul neighborhoods are gorgeous, the sidewalks ample, and the smells emanating from chimneys pleasant. Usually, I don't see anybody. I can walk for a solid mile, without seeing a soul. Every house I pass has the flickering blue light of a television, glowing behind curtains. During American Idol, I knew I could walk unobstructed, since nearly every resident would be inside rooting for the next spiky-haired, slightly flamboyant sensation. Television is utter crap, but it has allowed me to walk in peace.