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First, there was the first season with Lydecker and Manticore. Then, there was the second season with the Logan virus and the MmmmAlec. And now there will be no more seasons, due to cancellation by FOX.

TWoP’s flagship show couldn’t go on forever (thank God), and after six seasons of wretchedly overwrought dialogue, foul hairstyles, offensively boring and boringly offensive plots, a jackass “hero,” and a love triangle from hell that drove three recappers and countless viewers screaming into the arms of Maalox, Dawson’s Creek finally joined the Flash in that Big Ice Cream Shop In The Sky. We will mourn the man, the myth, the forehead. Except not.

Ah, Dead Last. What looked like a live action Scooby-Doo (rock bands travels around with supernatural touches and lots of ghosts) became a bastardized A-Team, even an ersatz Mod Squad at times. Dated, weak, not meaningful, and with a largely unattractive cast (Jane is never lit well, and what’s with Vaughn’s hair “styles”?), the show only had moments. If you like your humor blacker than black, and Jack Black, you’ll love Scotty the drummer. Everyone did. For about six weeks.

If Johnny could really see into the future, maybe he would have let us know that the recaps for this show wouldn’t be that popular, and saved us all a lot of trouble.

Is it a cop show or a journalism show? Whichever it was, Deadline became the first Fall 2000 drama to meet its maker. Even fine thespians Lili Taylor, Tom Conti, Hope Davis, and Bebe Neuwirth couldn’t perform the alchemy required to turn this steaming dung-pile into gold. And the less said about Oliver Platt, the better.

No law at all in Deadwood. And no censor at all at HBO, obviously, since Deadwood was about the dirtiest, nastiest, filthiest program ever to legally grace the airwaves. And oh, how we loved it. Shootin’, stabbin’, sexin’, clenchin’…this show had it all. Unfortunately, by the cruel twist of fate’s knife in our guts, it was cancelled by the the Hooplehead Box Office, may they rue the fuckin’ day.

If/when we ever think back about NBC’s failed version of Revenge, it won’t be the main characters who were barely people or the idiotic formula of each episode that we remember. It’ll be the great acting, the incredible and hilarious specificity of the characters, the one time when Joanna was actually cool and Edward’s frog. Mostly the frog.

Grey’s Anatomy met L.A. Law met The WB’s second-stringers met cancellation. Godspeed, Tina Majorino, Billy Zane, Norbert Leo Butz.

Sorry, Wisteria wives, but we weren’t desperate enough to stick around for your eighth and (mercifully) final season.

He’s a lumberjack and that’s not okay.

Never lived up to the title and wasted the talents of Peter Krause and Donald Sutherland. But we can honestly say William Baldwin and Candis Cayne have never been better.

Plagued by a frustratingly spotty start, an overextended lead actress, behind-the-scenes drama and a terrible timeslot, geek deity Joss Whedon’s fourth television series miraculously survived cancellation after its first season and then even more miraculously became consistently compelling with the string of jaw-dropping episodes that finished out its second, and final, season. People will be discovering — and debating — this one on DVD for years to come.

It only got four episodes per gallon.