Last night was officially the Beginning of the End for me…TV season-wise. We passed on Desperate Housewives in favor of the Survivor finale and lucky for us our viewing of Boston Legal from two weeks ago (which has just been renewed…yay!) caused us to start into Survivor twenty minutes late.

Why is this lucky, you ask? It’s lucky because due to the wonder which is Tivo, once we backed up 20 minutes…we were able to fast-forward through all the mucky, girly crying and verklempting between Natalie, Pavarotti (I have to call her that, else I’ll keep calling her Poverty), Amanda and Cirie. I now know why mixed final fours are more interesting…because four girls talking about how amazing and awesome they are starts looking like James’s festering wound. Seriously.

Having said that…I honestly and truly did not expect Pavarotti to win. I figured if Amanda took Cirie to the final two, she’d have a tough time winning. With Pavarotti though…seemed like a lock for Amanda.

And I’m sorry, did Mary (Yeah, I know…who?) say her fiance-friend-of-a-former-castaway proposed after three days? Good luck with that. You know what we need? Survivor - Newlywed Island. Oh wait, we already had that this season.

And today at lunch, I watched the Brothers and Sisters season finale. I love that show. I hated it the first few episodes though…thought it was too clever for its own good. After the writing picked up a bit (IMO), I became a faithful watcher.

But.

Did the Walker clan really have to go there? Is there not enough drama going on? Do we have to rehash the illegitimate child storyline again? Fifty bucks says it’s Ryan Atwood. From Chino to The O.C. to Pasadena. Works for me.

Now…just need to catch up on Desperate Housewives. Don’t tell me what happened…for the time being I’d like to stay in my fantasy world where Mallory Keating isn’t dealing drugs out of Gaby’s house, and Parker and Preston set Kayla on fire.