Wednesday night television bites. Just a few years ago, the now defunct WB had Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel on Wednesday nights. The wife and I looked forward to that every week. When that was gone, the wife began watching Gilmore Girls. Now that’s gone too. What are we left with? Crap, that’s what.

So anyway, the wife and I ended up watching The Celebrity Fit Club marathon on Vh1. If you’re not familiar with it, this is a reality show where former famous people get on to lose weight. We get to watch them laugh, fight and cry in their struggle to get from “snot” to “hot”. I don’t care if Maureen “Marsha Marsha Marsha” McCormick did get down to 116 pounds, she and Tiffany still look old.

What is this fascination with dieting reality shows anyway? Celebrity Fit Club, The Biggest Loser, I’m a Big Fat Fattie… for this kind of entertainment, I can go jiggle in front of a mirror. The upside of this was that it prompted my beautiful young bride to bake some cookies. Nothing like watching people work out while consuming Domino’s Pizza, beer, and cookies.