one to nothin'

This has been a really terrible holiday season for me, as far as catching the classic Christmas specials I love on TV goes.

Yes, it's December 21st, and I haven't seen a single Rankin/Bass special, The Grinch, A Christmas Story, Charlie Brown, or The Nightmare Before Christmas.

To make matters worse, I seem to catch these shows about 30 minutes after they've finished; it's the television equivalent of running up to a gate just as the door closes and the plane pushes back (safely clear of toothpaste, of course.)

Case in point: I just saw that Rudolph was on CBS (home of the original kunk-a-chunk-chunk kunk-a-chunk-chunk kunk-a-chunk-chunk chunk-CHUNK! spinning "Special" word that Generation Xers automatically associate with Charlie Brown specials) from 8 until 8:30 tonight. I made this discovery at 8:54 PM.

"GodDAMMIT!" I shouted, when I made the horrible, horrible discovery.

Anne came running into the room. "What?! What's wrong?"

I told her.

She blinked at me, pursed her lips, opened her mouth, closed her mouth, shook her head, and walked out of the room.

Then she poked her head around the door frame: "You know that they have this great invention called a 'TV guide' right? It tells you in advance when shows are going to be on."

Before I could answer, she walked on down the hall.

Anne: 1 Wil: 0