I'm subtracting one of my favorite tv shows:
I'm giving up on 24. Every year, since the first season, I start off with high hopes and great interest, and then poof, I don't care anymore, and even actively don't like it. Maybe "12" would be a better show for me. Not so long. Not so many betrayals, not so much torture. Last night, my husband gave up on it too, because he figured out what was going to happen. Never a good thing in a mystery book or a tv show. So that Sunday seven post is now a Sunday six.