Nights with half hour shows are so weird. It usually means I end up watching a show that has been over for a while, and can only be seen in reruns. Tonight, we watch Sex and the City.

Sarah Jessica Parker has the weirdest face in the world. She can either look a little cute, or ugly as sin. It’s a craps shoot where you never really win.

The show starts at a lesbian art showing. That doesn’t last long, as SJP sneaks out to see Mr. Big. That’s not even my nickname for him. That’s what they call him on the show. That, I can remember.

That’s a nice line. Charlotte catches her boyfriend making out with another girl in the back of her art gallery. He says, “Relax, we’re only kissing.” Do you think that works every 1 out of 1000 times it’s said? Whatever, it made me laugh.

This episode is about justifying cheating. It some cases, it’s okay. Really? That seems like fuzzy logic. I probably am not using that term correctly.

Miranda’s new film buff fling needs to watch pornographic videos while being intimate. That seems to make odd sense.

Yes, I know the names of the characters in this show. If you have a wife or girlfriend, you probably know them too. Don’t lie!

That was an odd and stupid night of television. Have Tuesdays always sucked this much? It is just a horrible day in general. I say we ban it.