It’s Monday, which means that you have some serious DVR-setting to do for the week. Here are the shows we can’t wait to watch—from the series premiere of “Michael and Michael Have Issues” to the season finale of “The Fashion Show.” Keep reading »
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Remote Control: The Shows You’ll Want To Watch The Week Of June 26th 2009
The television pickings are always a touch slim come summer. Surviving without new episodes of “Lost” and “Friday Night Lights” is hard enough, but now we can’t even look forward to new helpings of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey.” Ahhh! But never fear. Yes, there are a few good things on TV this week. Here’s the stuff you don’t want to miss. Keep reading »
Remote Control: “Weeds,” “I’m A Celebrity,” “Top Chef Masters,” And “True Blood”
Back in the day, summer television was all repeats and the only reason to watch was to finally see that episode of “Melrose Place” your VCR messed up recording. Luckily, the dark ages are over and summer nights are now filled with good shows. Okay, so it may not classify as “good,” but “I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here” has your back Mondays through Thursdays. Meanwhile, two of our favorite shows, “Weeds” and “True Blood” are both starting up this week. And you’ll want to catch the premiere of “Top Chef Masters,” which is kind of like regular “Top Chef” mixed with “Iron Chef.” After the jump, your television sked for the week. Keep reading »
Remote Control: “Burn Notice” Is Back, Plus The Other Shows You Won’t Want To Miss
Whoo, it’s summer! What better time to curl up in the A.C. and catch some boob tube. While “Weeds” isn’t back until next week (boo!) and “Mad Men” ain’t comin’ round ‘til August (double boo!), we’re going to have to make do with reality shows and beefcake cheese. Luckily, there’s much of both to go around. This week, hot guys get chased by fireballs, chase whales, and heal people. Oh and some celebs are stuck in the jungle again. Keep reading »
The Matrimommy: Remote Control Rumble
I never dreamed that I’d find a guy who would want to join me for weekly manicures and pedicures; that was a chick ritual best kept for me and my friend Michelle. No husbands allowed – or desired, for that matter. I always assumed, however, that the man I’d choose to spend the rest of my life with would be interested in spending cozy weeknights curled up with me on the sofa. We’d fire up the Tivo, going rock-paper-scissors over which program we’d watch first: How I Met Your Mother or Project Runway. Keep reading »
