Dear Aaron Sorkin:

Please get over yourself, and start writing witty, non-preachy... everything for your otherwise delightful Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Guy in a lobster outfit for no readily apparent reason? Good times. Brad Whitford and Matthew Perry? Also good times. Amanda Peet? Less good times, but redeemable. How the fake Studio 60 is smarter than the rest of television and the world? Bad times.

What you are actually saying is this: "I, Aaron Sorkin, am the best thing to happen to TV since Philo Farnsworth. I am smarter, cooler, and braver than the rest of you. Watch how I wield my Microsoft Word of JUSTICE and RIGHTEOUSNESS! Observe my characters! Try to discover when they're saying things I WANT TO SAY! They'll usually be saying these things to straw persons, so there isn't any compelling counterargument! Fake Studio 60 is smarter than everything else on Fake Broadcasting System; by extention REAL Studio 60 has more intrinsic value than anything else on television, movies, or God forbid, the Internets!" and then you cackle slef-righteously in your volcano lair. At least, that's how I see it.

Just write. Perhaps it's because you're too close to the medium, and these things stand out. I don't know. I just know I like a lot of what you do, and I don't consistently like this. I'm not giving up on you, Mr. Sorkin; don't give up on me.

You can still be smarter than us, you don't need to tell us.

Ars sine humilitas nihil est,

C-Dog