I think it would have been more fun if the primaries hadn’t been front-loaded onto Super Tuesday. Because then the battle for Hoosier Country and the Tarheel State would mean more. It wouldn’t be a political war by attrition where pundits via the Clintons do their best to convince me Tuesday means something.

But wasn’t this Tuesday decided on Super Tuesday? Hillary Clinton has been playing a catch up game where she can’t statistically catch up. Barack Obama had to endure the umpteenth question about Rev. Wright on “Meet the Press” last Sunday. And everyone is just tired. Capital “T” that ends with “d,“ tired.

It would be different if we were talking about the issues, but instead we’re talking about who is going to beat the spread, what poll can you trust and is Rush Limbaugh impacting the race. And why is everyone behaving like Limbaugh is legitimate all of a sudden? Last time I checked people weren’t miking up DL Hughley and asking him about Nancy Pelosi. What gives? Is there some rule that if you show footage of Rush getting all red and blustery over John McCain you have to show him squealing like a pig in slop over the Democratic race? Because he’s not legitimate in either case.

That said, I might use Tuesday’s evening of non-importance to read a book or watch something out of my neglected DVD collection that probably thinks I must hate it as I haven’t watched a DVD in almost six months. I used to watch more often when I had a larger television. Now that I have a tiny, grainy, blurry TV it’s pointless. How can I enjoy the original RoboCop on that? And I own the Criterion Collection DVD of RoboCop. They don’t even make that anymore. I had to order a used copy for $40 from Amazon. That’s how serious I take my movies. I might even watch RoboCop tomorrow, or finally watch movies I bought last year, but never opened, like my copy of the anime suspense-thriller “Perfect Blue” and the last Bret Easton Ellis novel adapted for film, “The Rules of Attraction.”

But I’m not spending another evening with Chris Matthews and Keith Olbermann, both of whom have a bad case of Democratic Primary Night Stigmata. I’m surprised they aren’t wearing black lace veils and acting out the stations of the cross.

And unless CNN adds my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup of TV News, TJ Holmes, to their election night coverage I won’t be watching Wolf Blitzer and Soledad O’Brien either.

I’m just going to keep watching RoboCop, the Terminator Trilogy, Brazil and all the other dystopian sci-fi films I own over and over until June. You’ll let me know when they make Obama the nominee, right? Right?

And did anyone go see “Iron Man” this weekend because I did and Robert Downey Jr. was awesome.

Downey is also on The Great Wall of Sexy.