Category Archives: teevee

Television

I live in a western suburb of a major city. I’m not sure what the economic makeup is — it used to be working class, now it’s probably closer to middle class. I think it used to be more conservative, but as younger families move in, might be a little more liberal.

The houses are pretty close together. At night you can walk down the street and see the glow of a television from a fair number of houses. We have a television but it’s down in our basement, which is not really warm and inviting. This is mostly because we don’t have lot of room in our house, and we have some big things taking up what would be our TV room.

I never watch the television. We canceled our cable a couple years ago. We had this span of time (probably years) where we paid for cable but didn’t watch it. We did a similar thing for our telephone landline. After a couple years of receiving only calls from telemarketers, we finally canceled it. My wife would have canceled it sooner, but for some reason I hesitated.

There’s wiring that every house in our town has to allow for a telephone line. It seemed like a big deal to turn that off. Disconnecting cable didn’t seem to have that kind of weight. I don’t know why — maybe because telephones go outbound and inbound and television is only inbound? One thing connects to other people, and one thing doesn’t really do anything meaningfully social.

I do still watch some television shows. I watched The Bear on my computer, also have been watching Venture Brothers with my son, also on my computer.

I imagine what it will be like to walk my block in 10, 20, 30 years. Is the glow going to be gone from all these windows? I’m honestly surprised there are still so many televisions glowing at night. That’s possibly a sign of the state of my suburb — old customs still being followed, but gradually fading as the old people leave/die, and the new people arrive.

Come & Knock

Come & Knock
On Our Door
We’ve been waiting
For you

Where the kisses are
Hers & Hers
& His

Three’s company
Too

Come & Dance
On Our Floor
Take a step
That is new

We’ve a loveable space
That needs
Your face

Three’s company
Too

You’ll see that Life
Is a frolic &
Laughter is calling
For you

Down
At Our
Rendezvous

Three’s company
Too

Here We Are

Here we are
Face to face
A couple of
Silver
  Spoons

Hopin’ to find
We’re two
Of a kind making
A go, Making it
    Grow.

Together
We’re going to find our way
Together
Taking the time each day
To learn all about those
Things you just can’t buy

Two
   Silver spoons
Together
You and I
Together
We’re going to find our way
You and I

Together
We’re going to find our way

You and I
         Together

One Of Lost’s Mysteries Finally Solved

For me, ABC show Lost often raises questions without ever providing answers. This can get downright frustrating.

For example, what is the smoke monster? What’s the deal with the four-toed statue?

One thing I have always wondered about is the erratic behavior of the John Locke character.

Thanks to freeze framing and zooming on last night’s episode, his erratic behavior is no longer a mystery.

I now happily share this starting revelation with all Lost fans.

I imagine Ben Linus is especially adept at pressing this button.

The Writers’ Strike Is Killing Infotainment

…And I for one would like to thank the writers.

I caught some of the Golden Globes awards “show” last night on NBC. It puts the superfluousness of these awards in perspective when all the winners are announced in a spartan broadcast anchored by Access Hollywood fluffsters Nancy O’Dell and Billy Bush. Apparently, there was a press conference by the Hollywood Foreign Press carried live on other networks that was broadcast in advance of NBC’s show. I guess I was getting unnecessarily secondhand information from people I would be leery of asking for driving directions.

No glitz, no celebrities, just the occasional asinine comment from Billy Bush (“Entourage is a boutique show”?). By the way, I am considering using “Billy Bush!” as an interjection. And yes, according to his Wikipedia entry, he is related to Dubya. I feel like I have to tie this post into politics in some manner for all you Bush/Cheney scenesters that read this blog.

I think the only thing the 65th Golden Globes Reading-The-Winners ceremony was missing was the occasional cutaway of a leering Jack Nicholson in dark shades. I’d like to imagine he was at his kitchen table grinning widely at his TV. Oh, Jack, you devil!

Spaced


Kristi is going to talk about the latest TV series she is catching up with after-the-fact, and she expects a throwdown like that to go unchallenged?!

What the hell am I talking about? I don’t rightly know. I guess because of the fact that she was writing about catching up with a show she had never seen, and I am in the midst of doing the same thing, I thought I would share. I’m a sharer, you know.

After seeing Hot Fuzz at the LaGrange, and rewatching Shaun of the Dead recently on the teevee, I thought I’d dig a little deeper into the history of their creators, Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright.

Way, way back in 1999 they put together a slackerish pop-culture rich sitcom called Spaced. It took me a couple episodes to get into it, but I’m at the end of Season 1 now, and liking it very, very much.

I’m not going to go into the details of the show — from what I can tell, every episode of the damn show is up on YouTube (though the episodes *are* split into bite-size chunks).

Still, I’ll give you a scene from my favorite episode thus far. Simon Pegg’s character gets a visit from his bike messenger friend Tyres, who is also a hardcore rave music freak that can’t help but feel the rhythm.