Lack of 'Vision
I'm over television.
What's left? I mean, seriously, I can't take another Survivor. I don't want another Apprentice. Forget two. Rockstar is over and, even though I enjoyed it, I don't know that I'd want another. Sitcoms, the first course of my previous televised entertainment meal, have died. They don't want to admit it, like the unfortunate characters on those even more unfortunate ghost shows, but they're still dead. Even the canned laughter seems hollow.
Hollower.
Crime dramas, the second course, are a dime a dozen these days. They took a good thing and cloned it so many times that even the originals are thin. Seems like the best thing to do is get off TV. Raymond knew it.
Oh, to have more than 3 channels, but in the end, I'm sure that I'd just realize that it was just 350,000 channels playing reruns of the same crap I was trying to escape in the first place.
My video collection is getting tired! I'm wearing the DVDs thin and the tapes are deteriorating so fast, I can't keep track of which ones are good enough to watch any more. I'm afraid to play the Star Wars Trilogy tapes, you know, the ones where Greedo shoots first and all the sets were physical, not digital. Soon, Lucas will have his way because the only version of his movies that will still be watchable will be the DVDs...and they've been monkied with. I'm mostly ok with that, but the thought of losing the original version irritates me.
Bah. I'm obviously getting old. Though my age says otherwise, I'm no longer the demographic they care about.
Guess I did have something to say, after all.
What's left? I mean, seriously, I can't take another Survivor. I don't want another Apprentice. Forget two. Rockstar is over and, even though I enjoyed it, I don't know that I'd want another. Sitcoms, the first course of my previous televised entertainment meal, have died. They don't want to admit it, like the unfortunate characters on those even more unfortunate ghost shows, but they're still dead. Even the canned laughter seems hollow.
Hollower.
Crime dramas, the second course, are a dime a dozen these days. They took a good thing and cloned it so many times that even the originals are thin. Seems like the best thing to do is get off TV. Raymond knew it.
Oh, to have more than 3 channels, but in the end, I'm sure that I'd just realize that it was just 350,000 channels playing reruns of the same crap I was trying to escape in the first place.
My video collection is getting tired! I'm wearing the DVDs thin and the tapes are deteriorating so fast, I can't keep track of which ones are good enough to watch any more. I'm afraid to play the Star Wars Trilogy tapes, you know, the ones where Greedo shoots first and all the sets were physical, not digital. Soon, Lucas will have his way because the only version of his movies that will still be watchable will be the DVDs...and they've been monkied with. I'm mostly ok with that, but the thought of losing the original version irritates me.
Bah. I'm obviously getting old. Though my age says otherwise, I'm no longer the demographic they care about.
Guess I did have something to say, after all.
posted by Noise Monkey at 10:29 PM
1 Comments:
I went three years without cable while I was in Norman. Then, arriving in Fairfax, I suddenly had over 100 channels at my disposal. There's still nothing on. My advice is to play more videogames.
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