After two long, quiet years of reading, writing and research, I've got access to cable television again. It's been two weeks. It's going to take much longer than that to recover.
During my cable-less interval, I've been desensitized to the cultural bankruptcy that TV represents. I'd forgotten about the amazing capacity for TV to pander, belittle, objectify women, perpetuate stupidity, perpetuate the stereotype of the stupid man and cause diarrhea, heartburn, split ends and an erection that lasts more than four hours. Wait... I think I got the side-effects of a designer drug for the treatment of whatever the hell psychosis it is that causes Hollywood starlets go out socialiting without underwear on.
I just really wanted the cable for sports. I've been OD-ing on college football. It helps that my teams are good this year ('Roll Tide, Roll' & 'Boomer Sooner', but mostly Roll Tide, baby!), but it turns out the commercials are not good. I've spent a lot of time during commercials with my mouth hanging open as if I'm trying to taste the so-light-it's-clear beer or eat the Carl's Jr. 4-pound Slop Burger with Triple Back Bacon and Chipotle Anabolic Steroid Sauce, but I assure you that that is not the reason. I love watching sports, but the commentators are almost as loud and crass as the graphics and pundits on Fox News. (Speaking of loud: If ESPN misplaces Dick Vitale, they can always use Chris Berman instead. Since when is Berman that loud?)
I like Sci-Fi a bit, so I checked out the Sci-Fi channel on the off chance that the acting had improved. No dice. I caught a bit of their updated Flash Gordon series, and I can honestly say that I've seen far more nuanced performances on the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers.
Eh. TV is a festering, stinking slime.
You watch this. I'm going to try and catch Sportscenter.
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Yeah. And yet, here I am up watching Dinner Impossible because I can't sleep. Feh.
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