After 30 Something years I will out myself and reveal that I LOVE TELEVISION. I know it is au courant to dismiss this piece of electronics as an idiot child, but I take delight in finding the savant. Some of our wonderful friends turned us on to new and delicious watching experiences. Sean and Shae first showed us Firefly which tuned us in to the brilliance of Joss Whedon. We then enjoyed all of the other universes the man created. How could I have dismissed Buffy The Vampire Slayer (I thought the name was too stupid and never watched once)?
We returned the favour to S&S and finally had cohorts who enjoyed the early seasons of Alias and the only seasons of Arrested Development with us.
Along with shows on DVD (how addictive is that? No commercials and you can watch as many episodes as your early morning calls will allow), I’m hooked on “Live” shows like Lost, where I have to suffer through at least seven days before I can learn if Charlie is hooked on Heroin again or what new nickname Sawyer has for Jack. I’m also waiting impatiently for the new season of Battlestar Galactica. I was a fan of the first rendition of the series (back in 1978 when I was 10 and can’t be held accountable for my taste). The new version has adopted the new type of television I enjoy lapping up. The character development is as crucial as the plot to the series. My hat is lying on the floor to all the incredible writers who suck me into their world.
Films show snippets of characters lives and can’t delve into the minutiae of their quirks. When you can spend 150 hours with a family of characters vs. 120 minutes, the movie theatre is less captivating then my comfy pants filled living room. I’m not saying that everything on TV is of interest. I’ve never watched any Idols, or full seasons of Dancing, Skating or Shaving with Celebrities. Its not likely Donny Most with an uber red wig would turn to breaking the judge’s fingers to garner information about the Others who are rumoured to live in a hatch in a banana stand for the last 24. So why would I watch?
I love the heat and relaxation of the summer, but it does put my addiction on hiatus. Thank the Gods S&S have turned us onto 24 this summer. It may be a rough 3 weeks though, as vacations and work tear us apart from the dutiful Jack Bauer…oh and uhm each other too.
Come On! Share with me your tubey little secrets. Television has not turned my brain to mush. I now have a better idea for what emergency supplies to pack in my carry on. Anyone know where I could get a radio transmitter battery? I will never say, “You’re kidding, right?” If one of my dearests declares they are really working for a secret government agency…and I will not lollygag if they tell me to go to XYZ location for my own safety.
Thank you television. I feel entertained and safer now.
Current Mood: Next Hour Anxious
Current Music: Beep Boop Beep Boop