Last night at 11:00 p.m, Ethan decided he’d like a snack.  Pushover that I am, I said yes.  Here’s how the conversation demand went: 

Ethan:  Hey woman, I want a snack.

Me:  Could you ask nicely?

Ethan:  What do you have?

Me:  What do you mean, what do I have?  What do you want?

Ethan:  Tell me what you’ve got.

Me:  This is not Denny’s, and I do not have a menu.  You know what we’ve got.  Pick something.

Ethan:  Give me some choices. 

Me:  For gosh sakes, just say what you want.  It’s 11:00.

Ethan:  Alright woman head, just give me some ice cream.

Me:  (with ice cream in bowl, I call out)  Here it is, come and get it.

Ethan:  I’m busy.  Bring it to me.

Me:  (walking into other room with the ice cream)  Here you go.  I am sick of you treating me like a waitress.  Why can’t you help out a little.

Ethan:  Why couldn’t you just bring it to me without saying all that, servant woman?

What the hell?  It’s not like Adam calls me “woman” or anything even remotely like that.  Hell, I don’t even make Adam ice cream cones.  I have created a monster.

HBO has cancelled John from Cincinnati after just ten episodes and one season.  If you are as big a fan as I am, then you have already written HBO begging them to save the show.  And if you haven’t written, then what the hell are you waiting for?

I know there are a lot of people that watch the show, and quite a few more who would fall in love with the show if they would start watching the show on OnDemand. 

Finally, a show that makes you think.  Surfing, beautiful Imperial Beach scenes, multi-dimensional characters, a spirituality that’s not thrown in your face.  Watch it, fall in love with it, and then write your letters.  This show deserves a second chance.  It’s a refreshing change from what’s out there on the networks right now.

Here’s an article on the cancellation, and if you haven’t visited the forums yet, the stop by The Snug Harbor Motel.