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chelidonI have to admit, I could probably just do without the TV entirely, except for movies via Netflix. But you know, when you've got a bunch of people in the house splitting the cable bill, that gets it down into the $10-$15/month range per person, and perhaps that's worth it for the few times I watch in an average month. And you can't have a cable modem without paying for digital cable, dammit. And one member of the household who shall remain nameless is an occasional Law & Order addict, and there's the occasional Sci-Fi or History Channel special, or the late-night bizarre TV channel-surf competition (whoever can find the strangest or most surreal thing on TV in the middle of the night -- I almost always win the remote, seeming to have a certain flair for turning up the truly bizarre). Whatever.
But when our new housemate moved into the room where the TV was, we, after some hemming and hawing and protest on my part, moved the TV up into the living room, in front of the Catheter Couch (so-named because it is so hugely sinfully comfortable, with the addition of a catheter and an IV saline/glucose drip, you'd never need to move again). So far I haven't taken the time to run a live coax cable over to that part of the room, so we have movies and no TV, which suits me fine. But I have to admit, I've been spending more time staring at the boob tube in the last week than I have for quite a while. And the reason is four little words. One is "Firefly." And the others are "The Muppet Show." We've been working our way through the 4-DVD Firefly set, and it just keeps getting better. Intelligent, witty dialogue, good plots, strong characters...of course they had to cancel it. Still, I'm thankful for it -- proof positive that someone, somewhere, for some brief duration, can get paid to write well, direct well, cast well, and so on.
And then there's the 4-DVD set of the full first season of the Jim Henson's Muppet Show, just released after what, 25, 30 years? Still, 24 episodes of pure fun, much of which is delightful and intelligent at the same time as being unabashedly goofball, and none of which I have to censor for my kid. If you saw these and loved them, you'll appreciate seeing them all again, years later. If you haven't seen them, do yourself a favor and get a copy. You'll laugh, a lot.
But when our new housemate moved into the room where the TV was, we, after some hemming and hawing and protest on my part, moved the TV up into the living room, in front of the Catheter Couch (so-named because it is so hugely sinfully comfortable, with the addition of a catheter and an IV saline/glucose drip, you'd never need to move again). So far I haven't taken the time to run a live coax cable over to that part of the room, so we have movies and no TV, which suits me fine. But I have to admit, I've been spending more time staring at the boob tube in the last week than I have for quite a while. And the reason is four little words. One is "Firefly." And the others are "The Muppet Show." We've been working our way through the 4-DVD Firefly set, and it just keeps getting better. Intelligent, witty dialogue, good plots, strong characters...of course they had to cancel it. Still, I'm thankful for it -- proof positive that someone, somewhere, for some brief duration, can get paid to write well, direct well, cast well, and so on.
And then there's the 4-DVD set of the full first season of the Jim Henson's Muppet Show, just released after what, 25, 30 years? Still, 24 episodes of pure fun, much of which is delightful and intelligent at the same time as being unabashedly goofball, and none of which I have to censor for my kid. If you saw these and loved them, you'll appreciate seeing them all again, years later. If you haven't seen them, do yourself a favor and get a copy. You'll laugh, a lot.
