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When you sit around working on the computer all day, there are times where your eyes need a break from staring at a 17 inch computer screen. Naturally, this is when I choose to divert them to the slightly bigger television screen across my room since I figure who the hell needs eyes anyways? I’m sure I can just buy new ones when I get older, right after I buy my hover car, ticket to Saturn, and penis growth pills. Not all of which are going to be used at once, mind you.

But the problem with watching television in the middle of the day is that there isn’t anything on worth watching. Sure, I could watch the 1973 World’s Strongest Man competition on ESPN or maybe one of those trashy dating shows on UPN. And if I’m feeling a little too safe and secure, FOX News is always a good choice to scare me back into submission. But other than that, I’m usually SOL.

So with that in mind, I’m starting a new segment here on Shyzer called: “Things Goob’s Ashamed To Enjoy.” Today’s item? Number 29 on the list - Roseanne.

I have no idea where this sudden appreciation for Rosanne came from, but trust me, it’s there. Any time I’m flipping through the stations and stumble across an episode of Roseanne playing on The Oxygen Network, I stop and watch. I guess Number 30 on this list could be that I actually watch something on The Oxygen Network, the same network that has a 90 year old sex therapist on late a night that makes just about anything remotely related to the topic at hand seem unappealing. But that’s for another post.

The bad part is that I think I’ve got Julianne hooked on the damn show as well. Last week I walked into the play room only to be greeted by the obnoxious laughter only capable of emanating from Roseanne’s mouth and I knew right then and there that I had to put a stop to the Crazy Train. It’s one thing to allow myself to hitch a ride on it, but it’s a whole other story when the children are climbing on the caboose while your not looking.