A bit about myself, I suppose.

My name is Kellie and I have a problem:

I have... feelings... for my television.

Feelings that can only be described as... Love.

Yes, that's right, I love my TV. Or, perhaps to be more accurate, I love what is on my TV (and I don't mean the VCR, DVD player and random DVD's thereupon). Now, sure, the relationship is a little complicated. Sometimes my TV spoon feeds me the same boring, monotonous crap that I've heard a million times. Sometimes it can cant come up with something original to save it's sorry life.

But, then there are the times when life with my TV is sweet. There are times when I sit mouth agape at the genius that emits from this machine. Sometimes it makes me laugh and cry and squeal with delight all in one hour. And most of the time, I'm left craving more! Sometimes it gives me something beautiful and it's because of these sweet times that I think my relationship with my TV is worth all the bull. I can take all the crappy, overly-scripted, ridiculously fake reality shows my TV can throw at me for just an hour of the bliss that is Veronica Mars or Gilmore Girls or 24. The fact that my television blesses me with one or two of these shining moments of joy, not every now and then, but once a week makes me love it all the more, regardless of it's short comings.

Expect the love affair between me and my television to continue as I share with you, dear reader, the good times and the bad we have together.