Consumption Update
Following in Charles' footsteps, I figured I should say a few words to remind all four of my bloglines subscribers that things are going well by saying a few words about the upcoming viewing season.
I was impressed and slightly unnerved by the blistering pace with which Marie and I finished watching Veronica Mars. (She totally called the whole thing with Beaver, by the way). For better or worse, we're pretty much sucked in. So there's that to look forward to. It'll compliment House nicely on tuesdays, though after the season premiere I'm not sure House is doing it for me anymore. Can't he just be wrong once or twice and horribly kill some otherwise healthy patient? Maybe I'm more demanding than the mainstream television watcher... I can see the appeal of never wanting to stray from the core formula. It works for CSI, but it gets pretty boring after a couple seasons. So barring some dramatical shake-up, or Dr. Cameron dressing a lot trashier, my affections seem likely to fade.
The kids are all looking forward to The Wire, which remains the sole exception to my rule of ambivalence towards HBO series. But, as I don't really "pay" for television it'll have to be a downloader. In fact, downloading will probably remain my main means of television injection this season. Lost is so much prettier in widescreen, and I like to pretend I have better things to do on Friday night than watch Battlestar. This has the added advantage of keeping me in the dark to other television goings-on.
So that leaves me with my Bravo reality television Guilt Wednesdays... Project Runway has grown into a fun group activity for us grad kids. I'll be pressing those involved to follow the trend right into Top Chef 2.
And that's about all I have the energy for, television-wise. Lazy evenings at home may build onto that portfolio, but only time will tell. Season 3 of Arrested Development is out, so re-re-re-watching all those episodes should help fill in the blanks for at least a month. But maybe I can squeeze in an hour here and there for Survivor: Racism Island.
P.S. How sweet was it when Alton Brown fell off his motorcycle?