Television Slutbag I've always been a bit polyamorous when it comes to television, it's true. But right now, I'm looking at the end of two long-time, fairly serious television affairs and finding myself not terribly concerned -- while simultaneously catting around with some very casual booty calls.
The word is coming down that Veronica Mars is not long for this world. Which is sad, I suppose. But even if they do go with the proposed girl-FBI-agent retooling, I'm having a hard time getting excited for the show's return (or lack thereof). I've been trying to figure out why, because I honestly used to be nuts over it. Maybe it's just that certain shows get old, and whatever initially made me like Veronica as a character has faded from memory. Perhaps it's because the mysteries of late have lacked a personal connection to Veronica's life, so all the good drama on that front is gone, leaving behind only a marginally-well-executed detective procedural. I'll still continue to watch, but I miss the old days. I miss the old, non-professional Veronica, with her spunk and short hair and Back-up.
Battlestar is also a problem, though I have less sense of why I've been fairly cool about the show lately. Probably has something to do with being spoiled for Episode 16's big thing, and thus knowing to keep my distance emotionally. I just know that I'm not very interested in watching the new episode. I'm certain I'll catch up eventually, but in the meantime... eh.
Part of it, I suppose, is that both of these shows are so-called appointment television -- shows that I will watch with my full attention, with no distractions. They're commitments I've made. I have relationships with these shows. They've entertained me for years, and I try and respect that.
Meanwhile, though, I've had things to do in the evenings -- design work, some photo editing, and oodles of laundry. I like having something on in the background while I do these things, but I don't want to watch anything that really requires my attention. I want something cheap and easy. I want my show on the side. (Quite literally on the side, actually -- something I can play on my second monitor.)
Thus, while the TiVo becomes clogged with unwatched American favorites, I have been blowing through the new BBC Robin Hood. Laurel just referred to it as Smallville Robin Hood, which is damn apt, as it is silly and adolescent and not at all good. But the first six episodes have been good company this week, and if you're barely watching then you barely notice that it's just a live-action cartoon. And I like Jonas Armstrong. He's so elfin! It's a fun show, but doesn't require any commitment. And I guess that's what I'm looking for in my entertainment, these days.
I know that lots of people have experienced this phenomenom, but I still find it a little disconcerting. If I can't maintain a stable relationship with my media, how can I expect to maintain a stable relationship with another human being?
Oh, I'm reading too much into it. And besides, look at this guy:
Oh, you'd flirt too.
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posted by Liz # 3:52 PM
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