You know the expression. The moment a television show, or other form of serial entertainment, crosses the line into farce, and tomfoolery, and loses all credibility.
It originated, of course, when Fonzy (sp?) jumped a shark on waterski in a very late term episode (partial birth abortion was called for) of Happy Days.
I cry Bullshit. I may be mistaken, and I often am, but I believe the episode where Mork appeared on Happy Days came before the Jump The Shark Episode, and I must say having a hyperventilating speedfreak longhaired alien on cocainum in a plastique jumpsuit in 1962 California was FAR, FAR, more inane than a goober in a leather jacket jumping a shark.
By God, I had a point here. Let me regroup.
SOMEONE had a Jump the Shark post up. I had a genius retort right here in my pocket. It could have been one of those sublime moments.
I am lost.