And I don’t mean to get off on a rant here, but I have to say that I expected a little more loyalty from those network honchos. Maybe not as much as Eumaios the swineherd, I’m a realist after all, but at least as much as Bazin for his Aramis. But no, I was abandoned like Miles and Flora in Bly. I was shot down so hard, I might as well change my name to Crispus Attucks Miller. To be honest, I’m so angry right now that the thoughts I’m having would make Chuck Palahniuk blush. But I can't blame them. They got the Maddinator to yak it up with Michaels. I mean, how lucky is that? The only way this could have played out better is if Greg Toland and Janusz Kaminski discussed it over scones with Akira Kurosawa. So best of luck to those guys at NBC. And as for the ABC suits, how about you pull your medulla oblongata out of your duodenum for a few milliseconds and make a good programming decision or two, okay, Babe?