Thursday evening; okay let's check out "Parenthood."
For the first twenty minutes or so I actually thought this might offer something of interest. And perhaps it does, if your life is not sufficiently filled with angst, tribulation, and annoyances such that you wish to peek in voyeuristic-ally on others' problems.
As it turns out, as is the case with most network television, the commercials were much more interesting than the programming.
Seems to me this is going to be a good winter for catching up on the reading of those classics you always planned to read, yet never got around to it.