She stood at the top of the stairs. A robot

She stood at the top of the stairs. A robot got her fat brother a drink. Her husband stood there in his stupid italian jacket and cabbie hat. He was too old for all this crap and

didn't even have Mel Gibson to tell it to. The robot, for his part, had moved past the booze and was now getting his hand up the leg of her brother and husband under the table.

They strained to now let their facial expressions betray that they were enjoying themselves immensely. She was oblivious to the brother-husband under-table action in her midst

as her brother played an NFL-worthy bout of footsie with her husband. Just then, Vic Dimone broke out in a rendition of Christmas in San Francisco, when

the apple pie came out of the oven. It had a beautiful lattice work top, and a lovely golden brown color. The food stylist put on her oven mitts and walked it to the set. Steam

Johnson, the male lead, was just coming off set and he was so dreamy the food stylist got distracted. She practically tripped over her own tongue and the pie she was carrying

which would have been very awkward based on the idea that physical comedy, like falling face first on a pie, does not really belong in a drama like Dawsons's Creek.

But anyone who believes that is a fool. Slapstick is a sophisticated form of comedy that can be only truly understood and enjoyed by a discerning group of people who watch TV for

a living. I was one of the privileged few, one of the Nielsen family. Little did the american viewing public know that the ratings were made by a family living in Bodø.