Team TVLine's 2016 Resolutions



To stop watching Netflix's addictive and infuriating Making a Murderer the second it starts making me want to kill someone. (JK, that ship has sailed.)

To dial down the closed-captioning. What started off as a way to watch TV late at night while my sons are asleep in the next room has turned into almost a "crutch," a way to pay attention less while multi-screening. Also: to get my ears cleaned, for good measure!

To accept Robert and Michelle King's recent explanation for Cary Agos' "gay" story arc on The Good Wife — or, in other words, to quit waiting for the explosive sex scene with his doe-eyed male associate that's, apparently, never gonna happen.

To give up on HBO's Girls if I find myself — as I did last season — annoyed and yelling out loud at the characters for their effed-up decisions.

To get over my fear of the Bloody Mary myth and watch this Supernatural episode in full. Maybe.

Not to throw a temper tantrum if a few major Gilmore Girls players — Melissa McCarthy and others — don't sign on for Netflix's upcoming revival. ("You're lucky to be getting one at all" will be my mantra in 2016.)

To never again ask Shonda Rhimes about bringing back Izzie. I'm moving on, people!

To once and for all add Lifetime to my TV's "Favorites" list, so I'm not scrambling to find that channel when I want to watch UnReal. (I should probably do same with E!, for the occasional red carpet pre-show, but I do have my limits. What if a robber breaks in to steal my Sony Bravia and sees that??)

To stay as unspoiled as possible (for a TV reporter) about what's ahead on the X-Files revival, in hopes of approaching the sheer joy I got from the original — even the Duchovny-less era.

To finally rewatch Everwood — on DVD since, sadly, it's not streaming anywhere — and Felicity because The WB was still around the last time I viewed them.

To catch up on the six unwatched Fargo episodes sitting on my DVR — before the deluge of midseason shows kicks my butt.



To set aside a loooooong weekend and finally watch The Wire. (What, you don't have a skeleton or two in your closet?)

To get over my mild contempt for binge-watching. Perhaps because I'm a father whose free-time priority has always been his kids, I never "got" how people have hours upon hours (upon hours) to feed their showhole. The fact is, some people just do. And that's "OK."

To find new and inventive ways to work the names of American Idol's most robbed contestants — hey there, Alexis Grace, Aloha Mi'Sho, Mishavonna Henson, Ricky Braddy, and Kendra Chantelle, to name a few — into my recaps, even after Fox's reality granddaddy takes its final bow.

To finally learn how to knit, if for no other reason than to drape myself with Outlander-style warm fuzzies like this one.

To finish at least one Netflix series within three months of its release. (Sorry, I'm not a binge-watcher.)

To finally, finally binge-watch The Good Wife this summer, even if I will be jumping on the bandwagon several seasons too late.

(Is Ausiello around, possibly reading this? He's out getting a soda? OK, cool. Yeah, so, I'm thinking that at some point this year I should watch my very first Gilmore Girls episode ever. Just so I have some context for whenever that revival comes to fruition. Shhh.)

To stop crapping out halfway through new seasons of Netflix series, which I have now done with Bloodline, Marvel's Jessica Jones and Season 3 of House of Cards. See it through or don't see it all, right?