Well being back at school this week, coupled with spending a quaint night on the waterfront, has deprived me of television for the last 48 hours or so.

No Simpsons

No Family Guy

Not even anything starrring Jimmy Smits.

Jimmy Smits.

He is to television dramas, what Jon Lovitz is to television comedies.  The one guy you bring in, to let the audience know that show you loved to watch, will be canceled.  They’re like the guy, who shows up to a party wearing a Hollister shirt and calling guy there “bro.”  Another relevant analogy would be like when you go to an outlet and its nice and peaceful, all of a sudden 5 buses full of foreigners, who can’t wait to hit up the Levi and Nautica outlets show up; your fun is stopping.

Personally, I don’t know how Jimmy Smits can stand to look at himself in the mirror.  With his millions of dollars and his latino charm.  Sure he could probably get most actresses in Hollywood, maybe even Kathy Bates, but he’s not happy.  Deep down inside his soul, he knows what he’s doing.  Right now he’s probably plotting his next move.  ER, One Tree Hill and 2 and 1/2 Men are all right there for the picking.  It’s like he’s the grim reaper in an old folks home.  A snake in the grass.

If you see Jimmy Smits walking on the streets (probably paved with gold, as he’s no commoner) slap him and tell him to STOP IT!  Tell him to stay away from the good shows and try to get casted on E! News or Desperate Housewives.  Tell him his last name is one switched letter away from a swear or something camels do.  Make him cry his big, rich tears.  He deserves it!

This concludes my random Jimmy Smits rant.  Maybe I just wasted a few minutes of your life with this.  For that I apologize.