First things first, the KDVS fundraiser is over and enough donations were made to keep this free-form radio station on the air. Thank you to everyone who donated (yeah, I threw down my cash, fo'sho).
Second: Degrassi: Still watching: it. Anticipation to receive the next disc in the mail? Yes. My mornings have a sprinkle of Degrassi now as they are shown at 8:30am on a local station so I get to see episodes recently watched, but I still feel like checking in on them like a lazy babysitter keeping an eye on the kids while going for another ice cream bar. I have to go to work soon after it starts anyway. There are also moments that find me processing a scene, character, or episode and I turn to my mate to share my feelings of disapproval, disappointment, or confusion. Television should not occupy this much of my mind. I give in willingly though.
Star Trek has not been much of interest to me, half watching the Picard ones while in daycare and later trying to watch the older episodes because my brother told me each episode was Capitan Kirk scoring with some alien lady. At first this sounds like an interesting premise, but trying to sit through a single episode didn't work out. I like the movies.
The star trek series I didn't give a chance was Deep Space Nine (DS9). Sounds lame for a title and from what I hear about it, even reading stuff by uber fans, I believe to have made the correct decision. When I was in der boy scouts I remember a moment when the child of an adult leader mentioned to his father, who was also an adult leader, that some troop meeting the dad had to go to would be over in time to get home and watch Deep Space Nine. I thought, 'who has to rush home to watch Deep Space Nine,' while the commercial from the local tv station played in my head. I looked over at the adult leader while thinking this and I think he understood I thought him lame. There was some feeling that he may try to shake this off as no big thing; "Deep Space Nine...yeah, I'll watch it...maybe." But secretly he was glad to know DS9 would be waiting for him in his favorite spot on the couch, the remote still warm from his wife watching the news only moments prior.
Shit, nearly all of us are enraptured by some television show. I'm glad for summer's approach because Thursday's will allow a break in the 2 hours that lead up to bedtime being spent on my ass (3 if I fail to pull away from ER...I like to go to bed happy). The strain of making plans on a Thursday will be temporarily relieved. Sunday's used to be this way and are likely the sole reason I can work a vcr. Documenting the Simpson's was a need that has alloted a collection of unmarked tapes and on one occasion had me nervously call my parents, while staying the night at a cousin's house, to ask if they would tape the evening's episode for me (I had forgotten to set a tape earlier!!!!). It's difficult not sounding suspicious on the phone because embarrassment lead to me shyly trying to sound confident with quietness while admitting I had a problem and may develop an ulcer if I didn't get this episode on tape. That's pretty loaded for a 10 year old (or however old I was then, maybe it was 12).
Television is a dangerous beast. I like it.
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This is very well said...I applaud you, sir.
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