Three weeks ago, I watched an episode of Columbo on cable TV, the Hallmark Channel, I had never seen before: the first one, where Gene Barry, playing a psychologist, kills his wife. I wish I had recorded it, because the next week, Hallmark replaced Columbo with crappy movies. When I had discovered Columbo on Hallmark, I wrote them an e-mail, thanking them for presenting my favorite show of all time, and encouraging them to continue. Apparently, e-mails mean nothing to Hallmark. Columbo is nowhere to be found on their station. I refuse to watch Hallmark at all now.