I have to respond to Rev'Ed's comment about the season premiere of House ("so sad") -- even though I'm encroaching on David's territory here, and there was not one morsel of food consumed the whole hour.

But as faithful readers know, I'm the world's oldest teenager according to my daughter, which means I watch a lot of (scripted) TV.

Stop reading here if you expect any food connection. It's not going to happen. ...

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I loved House for its first couple of years, both because Hugh Laurie was a favorite of mine from the first season of MI-5, and also because he was in a tennis clinic at the public courts in LA where my daughter and I played, and I liked the fact he wasn't having private lessons at some private club.

But then one day I stopped being interested in the show. It hadn't jumped the shark, nothing had really changed. Laurie was just as fabulous an actor. The medical "it's not this, it's not that" just seemed stupid.

I took another look at the first show of the season and felt the same way. If there weren't any medical stuff, which was so enthralling the first season, I'd probably still be watching the show.

This happens to me with other TV shows. It's like falling out of love, one day you wake up and you just don't care anymore. Unfortunately my problem is usually the other way round. If I like a show, it's usually the kiss of death. I should make a list of my Top 10 TV shows that I personally killed by liking them too much. It would start with ABC's Eyes.

(Photo by Dean Hendler/NBC Universal/Fox)

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