Watchers Iii

Well, I'm sitting here again the people on my comfortable room with laths, with a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat.

Why? I hear you ask.
The sun shines, birds sing, and John Ashcroft sentenced phenomenal Jolly good to 9 / 11 hearings this week.

Well, since you asked, I'm perched here typing, and at the same time, watching one of the last pieces of furniture being carted from my apartment. This is not just "any" furniture, mind you. It is my precious TV.

My TV and I shared a very intimate and personal relationship over the last three years. I cooed to the satisfaction when the cable actually worked, allowing me to finish watching "Robin Williams Live on Broadway." I also, occasionally strange, threw a shoe and pushed many many anti-Christian a word in its general sense, when he went on the Fritz, leaving me to suffer later from the White House Press conference on free-to-air.

So, as I look away from the door, I feel a certain sense, almost tangible loss. (Contrary to popular belief, this little duck has a heart, it's just that the microwave is out the door last week, before I had the chance to "defrost" it.)

How will I now be able to follow the daily news as it happens, minute by minute? (Nanosecond by nanosecond Or, if you happen to stumble on MSNBC.) What will I do without the 'history', or the very informative "discovery programs?

How to know who wins "The Apprentice tonight? Shit!

Pause

Gulp!

Did I just say that out loud?

Well, well, you got me. I confess. I happen to like watching the ass (although time adult ass rich), Donald Trump of time, and yes, I shudder a little kinky when he turns to the camera and says, "You are fired! "

Pause

Did I just say that out loud again?

I am, I admit, a Reality TV junkie reluctant. I can not help it. I need to turn on the tube every Thursday night to see who is the gift "will start from the next. I also watch each week in interest, and even wonder stultifying, and I wonder why when this guy has more money than many small European countries combined, it can not buy a better carpet!

Then there is outdoors. My deepest secret and darker was revealed to you all.
At least I am not of those who say: "Oh, I never watch reality TV, that strange episode of" American Idol ".
For me, this is akin to saying, "I never eat fatty foods. Did you bring in the donuts, Mavis? Well, okay, just one. "
It is a form fairly close to self-discharge is not it?

But back to reality TV ...

Even if you say you are a true non-Watcher, (and I can see you making sweat there), these programs are very difficult to leave those days. The growth of this kind has flooded television networks, as an escape from bad acne, over the past five years.

Oh, it started innocently enough, as most claims and cultural "nonsense".
At first there was "Survivor," which proved a huge success with the public. Take sixteen people (doing some of them is a hateful twit, or an arrogant, Guy naked gay), plop them on an island with nothing but their over-inflated ego, and hang one million dollars to their nose.

Let the fun and games begin!

Most people thought the craze would die after a while (or after a second season with Jeff Probst, at least), but no, this opened the door to a slew of hybrids that have almost became embedded in our television culture since.

Now, since I got out of the CL.