I don’t usually write about TV shows, since half the year my viewing centers on baseball. But this is fall and there are some good new shows we’re watching and some not so good old ones. Cindy and I tend to like shows that get canceled, like last year’s “Outsourced,” and we usually shun the top raters. Here’s what Cindy and I have been watching this fall.

Something wonderful happened earlier this month, allowing me relive my junior high days. I’m not sure why I would want to, though. Netflix informed me of new TV arrivals, including a show I hadn’t seen in years: “The Wonder Years.”

The other stars Patrick Dempsey pre-Dr. McDreamy. He was a nerd—dork, geek, whatever you call him—who thinks he can buy his way into becoming popular. It works but later the project implodes. Can’t Buy Me Love might still be one of my favorite movies.

I’m watching Snow White with Gabriel and working on some stuff. I thought I’d try out this live blogging feature I intend to use during vacation. So here goes.

Phil Connors essentially received a mulligan for every encounter. Could you imagine having the ability to undo a mistake? Cruel words could really be un-said. Receiving someone’s forgiveness means they’ve really forgotten about it—because it never actually happened. Or you could take risks, knowing you always had another shot. Like when I was a kid in junior high and never said the funny thing out loud that some other kid ended up saying, even if I’d thought of it first and would have delivered it better.

Last weekend we watched the movie Groundhog Day on Netflix with our girls. I’d forgotten how much I’d loved the movie about egocentric Pittsburgh weatherman Phil Connors, who goes on location to Punxutawney, PA, for their annual Groundhog Day celebration, awaiting the dreaded forecast. It’s funny now to watch the movie, having moved from a city to a small town not unlike Punxutawney. It’s not a groundhog we celebrate but a pig—the biggest event in town is the annual pork festival, bigger than the county fair.

Short post today. What’s your favorite Christmas movie? The classic It’s a Wonderful Life? Or maybe National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation? Last year we bought the DVD of a movie I’d seen many times as a kid at Christmas: Jim Henson’s Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas.

Tomlin and his longtime producer Ed Cash didn’t dress up the well-known hymns too much. They just simplified the arrangements so the electric guitarist, who usually feels ostracized around Christmastime and drowns his sorrows in egg nog, can feel at home playing them, while the choir can still sing familiar harmonies (mostly).