Even junk has a place
Did you ever watch a very bad movie, not because you had gone all the way to the cineplex and paid good money and bought the super-jumbo-with-buttery-coating popcorn, but because it was on TV and there was nothing more important on the “to do list”? I sat (lay on the bed, actually) through an early Will Farrell movie that grew out of a skit on SNL today. No doubt, this was a work of art in the bad movie genre, but it was on at exactly the right time. I feel like I’ve eaten too much cotton candy. Waste of valuable time. The catch (excuse), though, is that I chose to lay back and watch. Nobody else cared; nobody else even watched it with me. Did anyone else in the world watch it with me? With some of those “upper” cable channels, you can’t be sure anymore.
My only panacea is that it wasn’t a repeat…
