Soooo, we won’t get the iPhone until a Canadian provider – almost certainly Rogers – makes a deal with Apple. This blows, because a) that could take well over a year, and; b) whether or not I need or even want one, the iPhone is hands down the coolest thing ever. No, really. Gutenberg has nothing on Jobs.

Of course, what we do get though is Little Mosque on the Prairie. And while it certainly isn’t terrible, it isn’t great either. The jokes were hit and miss, and it has none of the ‘Office-esque’ subtlety and wit I was so desperately hoping for. Its failure? Good comedy makes fun of the specific while invoking the universal – this doesn’t. While its definitely necessary – someone had to just go and make fun of this mess without resorting to lefty bitterness and condescension – I’m disappointed. Somehow the whole thing just felt too contrived, as if you could see the cogs of the writers’ minds churning there on screen. And, as the Office proved, a good romantic subplot is a surefire way to get viewers hooked and involved. With two protagonists who are – well, that smoking hot – it’s a real shame they didn’t allude to more of a spark between them.

Ah well. One day, we’ll get a sitcom about brown folks that does us justice.