Thursday, November 04, 2004
Missing the Boob Tube
So now that I've gone a full 2.5 months without cable (no rabbit ears either) I'm starting to see what TV has to offer. I look at the upcoming Frontline Special, the persuaders, and long for those college dorm room days when I shared a TV with my floormates. We'd watch the X-Files and Melrose as a group, and enact our own Mystery Science Theater 3000. Back then it reminded me of the films my dad would take me to at Strosacher Auditorium on the campus of Case Western Reserve University. Students would yell at the screen, make jokes for all to hear, and burst bubbles in the over-inflated screen personae du jour. I saw Pink Floyd the wall as a 6-year-old there and thought all parents went to such great lengths to institute post-modern caliber heckling and reflection into otherwise everyday entertainment. I miss those days. I miss that specific theater. One day, when I'm rich and can afford to lose the money, I'll open a TV shop. We'll sit around sipping bourbon with our neighbors and make more from ourselves than TV. Until then, I'll need to find someone nearby who will gladly indulge a few TV refugees on any given Thursday night.
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