Strike on TV writers, I'll read and watch Macgyver DVDs!
It's all the buzz in Hollywood. Writers are on strike and the big TV shows are crippled. Even Jay Leno is walking a picket line.
So since we know that television programming will be even worse than it usually is as producers try to fill their timeslots with whatever they can find, which usually means garbage, why not explore some other entertainment options and give the millions glued to the tube a chance to shake off the cobwebs, walk to the window and take a peak at that most real of reality shows, real life. So many of our best and our brightest have become the slaves of that all-powerful box full of flickering light. Now’s their chance to escape, while the reruns are rerun.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I used to love TV, back before it started to suck.
My favourite TV show of all time? MacGyver. You know, the secret agent fella with the mullet and the Swiss Army knife who used his wits and household items like paper clips and rubber bands to make improvised gadgets to save the world from bad guys like the KGB. Loved that show. Still do. I picked up two of the seven seasons on DVD recently and wasn’t disappointed. The show went off the air in 1992 and I haven’t seen it’s equal since.
And as I get older, much the same as my opinion of modern music, I can’t help but think today’s TV is pretty much so much rubbish.
Look at the so-called reality TV shows. Reality, eh? Give me a break.
What’s real about a bunch of people living in a house full of video cameras running 24 hours a day competing for the chance to win the Big Money?
It’s programming like this that contributes to the general dumbing down of society, but nobody seems to mind. Maybe because they’re all dumbed down.
So since the guys who write the horrible stuff television is made up of these days are walking a picket line anyway, why not take a break from the tube and get some fresh air?
Because while TV may be the main way people entertain themselves nowadays, it sure as heck ain’t the only way.
There’s hockey games down at the rink or lots of nature trails to explore all along this river’s mighty shores. Take a drive in the country. Go to Sheephouse Falls, or walk the banks of Middle Island.
Or, if you feel like staying in, why not unplug your TV, grab a good book, put your feet up near the wood stove and remember what the grandfather in The Princess Bride (the guy who used to play Columbo back when TV was still good) tells his grandson at the beginning of that movie.
“When I was your age, television was called books.”
So strike on TV writers, and maybe a few more people will wake up and remember what entertainment used to be before the boob tube became the be-all and end-all of life.
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So since we know that television programming will be even worse than it usually is as producers try to fill their timeslots with whatever they can find, which usually means garbage, why not explore some other entertainment options and give the millions glued to the tube a chance to shake off the cobwebs, walk to the window and take a peak at that most real of reality shows, real life. So many of our best and our brightest have become the slaves of that all-powerful box full of flickering light. Now’s their chance to escape, while the reruns are rerun.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I used to love TV, back before it started to suck.
My favourite TV show of all time? MacGyver. You know, the secret agent fella with the mullet and the Swiss Army knife who used his wits and household items like paper clips and rubber bands to make improvised gadgets to save the world from bad guys like the KGB. Loved that show. Still do. I picked up two of the seven seasons on DVD recently and wasn’t disappointed. The show went off the air in 1992 and I haven’t seen it’s equal since.
And as I get older, much the same as my opinion of modern music, I can’t help but think today’s TV is pretty much so much rubbish.
Look at the so-called reality TV shows. Reality, eh? Give me a break.
What’s real about a bunch of people living in a house full of video cameras running 24 hours a day competing for the chance to win the Big Money?
It’s programming like this that contributes to the general dumbing down of society, but nobody seems to mind. Maybe because they’re all dumbed down.
So since the guys who write the horrible stuff television is made up of these days are walking a picket line anyway, why not take a break from the tube and get some fresh air?
Because while TV may be the main way people entertain themselves nowadays, it sure as heck ain’t the only way.
There’s hockey games down at the rink or lots of nature trails to explore all along this river’s mighty shores. Take a drive in the country. Go to Sheephouse Falls, or walk the banks of Middle Island.
Or, if you feel like staying in, why not unplug your TV, grab a good book, put your feet up near the wood stove and remember what the grandfather in The Princess Bride (the guy who used to play Columbo back when TV was still good) tells his grandson at the beginning of that movie.
“When I was your age, television was called books.”
So strike on TV writers, and maybe a few more people will wake up and remember what entertainment used to be before the boob tube became the be-all and end-all of life.
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