A genuine WHOOP...

29 April 2020: "Wipeout Revival Hits TBS, Balls and All"

This headline made me WHOOP with joy. (I am a person with *diverse* tastes.)

True story: last weekend, I noticed that a local station is airing reruns at 2:00 a.m. on Sunday mornings. I immediately set the DVR to record them all. So, I think I made this happen?

Wipeout Watching Rules

For Bing and Wes, featuring two photos taken last night between 8:00 and 9:00 p.m.:

Rule #1: Do not block the TV set. You are awesome, but transparency isn't one of your attributes. Don't get in the way of me and my Wipeout.

Rule #2: Don't judge me. I know what that look means, and I don't like it. I don't judge you when you play with balled up paper or run around the house at night screaming at nothing. Seriously, back off.

Confession time

All of these are true statements:

• I am an over-educated person who is supposed to have refined aesthetic tastes (ha!).
• As a rule, I don't like watching people falling down, getting hurt, or humiliating themselves.
• I pride myself on watching "quality" TV.
• I can't stand reality TV.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

Lord help me, I love Wipeout. Love it, love it, love it. I don't understand why*, but it's 60 minutes of TV bliss for me. It makes me happier than it has any right to.

Don't judge.

*I actually believe it has a lot to do with the writers--the jokes are HI-larious. And here, in tiny type, is probably a good place to also confess my love for "Minute to Win It."