Syndication breeds familiarity and contempt
Syndication: the feature of network television that I love to hate.
Let’s face it; good comedy bears being watched more than once. It’s the “more than” which needs precision, and as soon as a program gets thrown into the schedule as a hole-filler, all control goes out the window. A case in point, for me, is The Big Bang Theory. I love the show. But now that the spot between 7 and 8 pm. is good for two or more episodes a day, I’m starting to get familiar with things. Too familiar.
We’re now switching back and forth between two competing networks, to find an episode that still contains a mystery or two. And we’re not winning.
Before TBBT, we had the 70’s Show, and My Name Is Earl (and that’s just in this century). Hours and hours of background chatter. Akin to rereading a bus book (more than once). Déjà vu. Literally and figuratively. Oh well, I did learn about Schrodinger’s Cat (although the Wikipedia entry served as the clincher).
At least I’m not addicted to professional hockey. How many times can you watch ten guys skate around in concentric circles, before you get dizzy and fall down?
In an attempt to modify the dog’s new behavior hiccups, we’ve changed the feeding time. He’s now confused, and keeps headbutting the feedbag. Guess he assumes we’re forgetting something important. However, today was a good day, and tomorrow might be too. Not to pretend I can predict the future, of course. We’re also closing all the doors, in order to limit the space for adventure.
