As a lapsed Catholic who hasn’t made a formal confession in some forty-five years, sometimes I feel the need to lay my sins bare. Blogosphere, serve as my virtual confessor, for I have committed some venial (and maybe mortal) television watching sins.
Fox News. I’ll start with my most shameful viewing act. During my morning cable news channel surfing I spend more time tuned to Fox News than CNN. My wife will notice and say (or scream), “Why are you watching that!”
Well, because Fox is energetic, youthful, and hip while CNN is lethargic, mature, and drab. Plus, in the graphics department Fox kicks CNN’s butt (I never get tired of watching that blue and gold capitol image rotate and change colors). Wolf Blitzer’s Situation Room looks old and tired compared to Shepard Smith’s G Block.
Meerkat Manor. I often think about the adage, “You only live life once; make every moment count,” as I’m sprawled on the couch, spending half an hour of my human existence watching an Animal Planet soap opera series about a family of meerkats—prairie dog-like critters who live in Africa amidst a bunch of cameras.
My wife is more of a fan than I am, but I got into following the trials and tribulations of the Whiskers family. Belatedly.
At first I “accidentally” erased all of the Meerkat Manor episodes that we had stored up for eventual watching, hoping that Laurel wouldn’t notice and I could use those digital video recorder hours for something truly life-enhancing.
Like, my much-beloved Reno 911. Check out the dry humor of Trudy making her sperm bank announcement. However, the show’s semi-improv style isn’t for everybody. Laurel would rather watch meerkats digging a burrow.
So You Think You Can Dance. This isn’t a new confession, because I’ve already admitted to my general infatuation with this terrific program, and my specific infatuation with Allison (Ivan too, but in a different way, especially since they’re no longer partners).
However, SYTYCD does take up a significant portion of my TV watching week (three hours), and I’ve heard people say that the show is overblown.
Indeed, the recently instituted format is irksome. Now that viewers decide, after watching the Wednesday night performances, which girl and which guy get booted each week, the Thursday night episode should last only about five minutes. Stretching the suspense to a full hour is, well, a stretch.
Thanks to my friend Randy at RBlog I was able to see a marvelous video of Heidi and Benji at the 2005 US Open Swing Dance Championships. Oh, yeah, they can dance. If Allison can’t win SYTYCD, either Heidi or Benji would be my worthy second choices.