It’s August. Most of you are uniquely aware of this, no doubt. Certainly I’m not the only one languishing from humidity, heat, complete and resolute boredom from the dog days of summer. However, I must say, really, truly, I’m over it.
And it isn’t just the end of the summer that has me down. For the past several months I have lived away from the land of the small screen. There has been
practically no television in my life. So, being a former addict of some television programming — Six Feet Under, Sopranos, LOST, West Wing — I was looking forward to a reunion with my couch (in this case Cheryl’s futon) and the flickering tube of mindlessness.
But, apparently, after Six Feet Under went down, then West Wing, Sopranos on its last season — no one bothered to fill the void with anything. Well, LOST will return surely. I became aware of this last night when it occurred to me I had a TV. Began to surf channel after channel, finding nothing. At least nothing until 11 when The Daily Show came on. Thank you Jon Stewart for saving me from the inflated sense of cultural elitism required in ex-pats everywhere — and possessing a complete disdain for all things television. The American within me celebrates you. (Well, at least until LOST comes back. Then I’ll celebrate how hot Sawyer is.)