"Supergirl" moving to CW means no more time conflict with "My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend." Now, no one has to decide anymore whom to ogle for an hour, Melissa Benoist or Rachel Bloom. (For the record, correct answer is Rachel Bloom.)

@1, No DVR? I'd ogle Rachel Bloom too, but I can't stand musicals.

@1:

Seriously, that is so 20th Century - do you still own a VHS player with a blinking "12:00" display too?

Damn. I'm one of the few who loved the Grinder and the Muppets.

neo-realist @2, thank you for the lovely tip. I went and looked up this wonderful thing called a DVR you were talking about and I was all ready to go out and buy one, and then, just as I was driving to Circuit City, I realized, now that "Supergirl" no longer conflicts with "My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend," I kinda don't need one.

COMTE @3, I just checked my VCR and I don't see any blinking 12:00's, possibly because it's off.

@3 DVR recordings are impermanent. Sometimes it's important to have a permanent recording.

If say, hypothetically, you were very young and way too serious and intense and grieving deeply, and you were getting some solace from this one cult TV show, until the show runner replaced the brooding tortured cursed-vampire love interest with an ultra zzzzz and totes implausible monsters-fighting-secret-paramilitary-force fake-Ranger dude bro - who had the sex appeal of a paper cup, and ZERO chemistry with the bad-ass slayer protagonist who you may or may not have identified with, in the adding-insult-to-injury dumbest.storyline.ever.filmed - and out of the deep gaping wounds of shock, betrayal and disgust you turned to an always-on-a-bubble, but absolutely perfect (for the you at that time), darker show about alien-human-hybrid refugees-from-planetary-dynastic-wars - whose brooding, tortured, hunted lead protagonist you might or might not have had a crush on; and OMG you love love LOVE every song they used on the show, which was just right for each episode, and which spoke out loud, in the singers' voices and melodies and rhythms, the raging pain, anger and grief that you felt - and made it so you can let go of the hate and go on.
But then the greedy dead-souled network *&/$#?< KILLED your true soul mates, er, favorite show, no matter that you sent them several bottles of Tabasco - a real sacrifice since it made all your food taste like cardboard for months.
Then you waited and waited for several eternities, and finally, FINALLY got the DVDs, only to find out that the damned GOLEMS had REPLACED.THE.ORIGINAL.MUSIC!!! And there's NO way to get hold of videos or recordings of the real shows, the ones that were a part of your too serious, intense, passionate past self! Because DVR!!!

Hypothetically. ; )