In the past month we managed to catch up on two seasons of "Battlestar Galctica" (yes, we listened to our dear readers and got good and hooked) including the season finale, and now it's all over and we have to wait until OCTOBER for new episodes. Sheesh. Maybe we should have savored those DVDs instead of devoring them like the gluttons we are.

Now what? Is "Lost" even on anymore? (OK. It's on this week, but the frequent breaks between new episodes is seriously trying our patience with the show.) We love "The Sopranos," but our lack of HBO, and utter ineptitude with illegal downloading, means we'll have to go back to our glutton ways and watch the rest of the season in one sitting once it ends. Our need for weekly TV anticipation remains unfulfilled. We want something to get excited about.

Perhaps we'll get it in "The Evidence," that San Francisco-set crime show premiering on ABC Wednesday at 10 p.m. Rob "Melrose Place" Estes and Orlando "Annoying 7-Up Commerical Guy" Jones play two SFPD detective who must Solve Crimes based on The Evidence they fined, with help from The Lab Guy (played by Martin "I Thought He Was Dead" Landau). Every week they'll be faced with.....ZZZZZZZZZZ. Oh my gods we're bored already. Even if the show manages to include actual San Francisco locations in every episode, and not amazing Canadian facimiles, we couldn't be less excited. If Vincent D'Onofrio or William Peterson isn't one of the guys solving The Crime, we aren't watching.

We'll look to "Top Chef" for actual San Francisco locales and local "celebrities," even if the whole show smells like a moldy frappe of "Project Runway" and "Iron Chef." Speaking of Bravo-shows-that stink, the world's most annoying hairdresser (yeah, "hairdresser." We refuse to call him a "hairstylist") Jonathan Antin is back for a new season of "Blow Out," premiering tonight at 9 p.m. This season he'll continue to prove to the world that he's not gay by fathering a child, talking constantly about how much he JUST LOVES CHICKS, punching walls, and crying to his therapist. What a stud!