TV blahs

I settle down after 6pm on my couch, after all I deserve this, I am an Elder, lets watch some mindless stuff. I am never disappointed when I have zero expectations.

Thank Goddess for the clicker! I click madly, let’s see the News, everybody got the News, each network reporting on the very same event, why they think if they are different from each other we’ll miss out on some vital piece of news, like something has gotten blown up, there was an accident on the Bay Bridge, commuters are slowed down into a crawl. Come on!

What is this attachment to bad news? You could report on some good news too. Like in most of the world, there is no war. Yes. Imagine this, out of the many many countries, we see Somalia warring, Arabs have taken over, killing the blacks who are the Somalians. Ok. Bad. Iraq? Corner stores blown up, they were selling alcohol. Hmm, a strange place to sell alcohol, but never mind, it’s a corner store on the planet. Does it deserve all that coverage?

But in the hundreds of other places in the world there is normal life, building new things, children are born, and oldsters are dying as they should.

Just once I like to hear the anchor say … A couple of countries are still in the throes of war, but most of the Planet is peaceful at this hour, Celebrating life. They could do this for Christmas for example, to give us a heads-up.

Then there is the weather. Now this is deserves to be reported upon. We see the entire continental USA with the curling Lows and Highs, bringing rain here and sending snow over there. Avoiding California most of the time, we hardly get rain anymore. I think of the Cherry season, please let it be a little rain for them to grow plump, then no wind and no rain because once they bloom, the bees won’t work the orchards if its windy. They are no fools. To me the Cherry season is like an oracle on how the Planet is doing. There was a year when there were no cherries available from the farms where I usually go to pick my 28 pounds of cherries, which then I eat in two weeks, and I send some to my kids.

It was a sad season.

But please do I get a new CSI? It’s Thursday night. It doesn’t seem to.
Come 9 pm, prime time, reruns everywhere. Now I know the writers are on strike. But how long? Does that mean no new shows? Didn’t they shoot ahead of time? What does this mean to me a writer?

While I ponder that heavy question, I click around on my basic cable.
I settle on the animal station.

This is usually very good. I love all animals, but oops, watch out dear Wilder beast! Watch that Crocodile! Ouch! Wilder beast legs are chomped off, blood colors the waters red.

Click!

I am too sensitive. Nature is fair, everybody eats somebody else, especially us humans. We eat everybody. We are the top predators.

I don’t like to know that.

Click!

Oh, the History Channel. Here I still find good stuff to watch. I love the way they build back up the images of the old temples, with the computer originated images. I see how splendid it was back then. Goddess statues, Goddess worship. If only I could have lived back then. Then suddenly the pits where they sacrificed animals to their gods, then taken it home and had it for dinner. Not to gruesome. I stay.

The night is advanced, I yawn.

I go to bed playing in my head shows I would write instead of the current fare. Thank heaven I have a vivid imagination.