No more gas, but the new church is over there
Two imaginary towns (both in Saskatchewan) have been part of our Canadian TV landscape for several seasons. One on a private network, one on a public. Two programs that I haven’t watched regularly, but both bringing a special set of imaginary characters to our cultural collective. One that uses a small local business as its focus, and the other that uses a small local church. One is leaving, and I’m a little sad. One is staying (and that also makes me sad).
The gang at Corner Gas is about to close up shop. Does that mean that petroleum will no longer be sold, or that the cafe will no longer offer coffee to those stranded motorists? Food for thought. I’ve enjoyed my moments there, when I’ve been passing through. It feels like any of hundreds of other small towns I’ve visited, even though I have (as yet) never been west of the CN tower. I could live there.
On the other side of the coin, I’ve been poor at fitting another religion into my life. I’ve sampled other denominations (a question of locale), and found that a hymn can be sung out of tune no matter where you hide your hat for that hour on a day of rest. But, the Little Mosque on the Prairie just doesn’t feel right. I don’t get the need for the program, so the humour falls flat. Seinfeld already abused the concept of a program about nothing at all.
I don’t think of myself as xenophobic. If something isn’t funny, should I laugh anyways?
