What is it with TV these days? A couple of years ago I switched from cable to satellite TV. Every channel in the universe was at my command, or at least at my remote control (see that play on words, there? If I'm in control, how can I be remote? Ha!)
But so what? There's still nothing on. Especially now - between summer's end and the beginning of the new television season which apparently stretches anywhere from mid September to well into October. I've already seen every repeat of Two And-A-Half men...at least three times. And if I have to watch one more edition of House Hunters on HGTV I'm gonna not only lose control but throw it at my television screen.
To paraphrase a rock group from my generation (another play on words!) The Who, it's a tee-vee wasteland.
So as I wait for the return of my favourites like House, Heroes, Flash Forward, Two And-A-Half Men and NFL Football *grunts, snorts, farts* what's a boy to do?
Well, funny you should ask. Oh, yeah, you didn't ask, I did. Well to answer my own question, I've been spending more time with my wife...watching TV. How can that be I hear you say. I heard somebody say it. Well we've been watching a couple of great series on DVD.
First up was Battlestar Galactica. Not that crappy original version with Lorne Green. The one with Edward James Olmos as Commander Adonis and that hot blonde chick who plays the cylon. We got hooked. Four seasons. But we had to watch them in spurts because we borrowed them one season at a time from my wife's son who lives in Montreal. Each visit between them was infrequent so we've spent the better part of the summer watching this great series in fits and starts. Not unlike the storyline, if any of you have seen the series.
The other series we've become addicted to is the mid 70s BBC comedy The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin. This one's a hoot. It's about a guy, fed up with work who fakes his suicide; comes back; starts up a business of his own that becomes wildly successful; whereupon he goes through the same ruse he undertook previously. One of the comedic devices is every time his wife mentions her mother Reggie visualizes a trotting hippopotamus. Another is the chairs in the boss's office that when anyone sits in them or stand up from them they emit a sound like a fart. Well, it worked for me. I guess you had to be there.
The third series waiting in the wings is the original British Life on Mars series. We watched the American version, which ended abruptly after one season. We liked it so much I bought the series it was based on.
If we time things just right, we'll wind up our DVD viewing in time for the fall season, or when the NFL season starts.
For some reason the wife's not as interested in the latter as I am. I don't know why.