An Ode to Technology
So I've always said that I'm a books kinda girl; I don't really care for TV or hours on the Internets. And for the most part, this is very true. I'd rather have a good book in hand to unwind with when I get the chance than a remote or clicking away at this screen for a few hours.
But this year my roommates and I decided not to pay for cable. While it wouldn't be very expensive, we reasoned it wasn't necessary and would only be a distraction from our homework and other things that really matter in life (i.e. HOMEWORK. ugh). But...
I miss TV.
I miss my shows, my characters, my stories.
I miss LOST (even if it ended), and the gorgeous tropical scenery and suspense each week,--though I could certainly live happily without ever seeing Jack weep overly-emotionally ever again.
I miss How I Met Your Mother because it's funny and sweet and one of the few genuinely good sitcoms still running (and reruns are on all the time). Because HIMYM took the place of Scrubs for me, which I miss as well. The Sacred Heart staff members were so well known and familiar and sitting down to midnight reruns of it with a bowl of ice cream after a shitty night at work was worth it.
I miss ESPN. I used to bake and and watch the sports from over the counter, throwing batter-splattered hands in the air when my teams made a goal (or better yet, they won).
I miss the stupid nightly news, with the simpering, stereotyped female news anchor and her counterpart, always a slightly balding man, looking at me intently from the TV, yearning to spread his news with me.
I miss the Disney Channel, even if it's half gone to ridiculous tween soap-operas now. I miss the Travel channel and gazing at the lush vistas I'll probably never see and groaning, pushing my face into the couch cushions with the intense longing far away places give me. I miss the History channel, because even though it doesn't always get the damn facts straight, it lets me have an intensely geeky hour for me.
I miss Glee, even if it is a ridiculous tween soap-opera.
I miss bad SciFi movies. Seriously, killer genetically-enhanced snakes? Really crappy CGI'd dragons battling heroines who wear next to nothing wielding pieces of tin foil? Yes. I laughed and buried my head in my hands, giggling with shame while I watched. I miss when I would catch the opening producer's fanfare to a movie and wait, guessing what movie was running, my inner competitive tigress snarling in loss or in fiendish victory.
I miss sitting on the couch with my friends.
So you can point and laugh and yell "hypocrite" at me, an English major, while I quietly, in a quiet, deep recess of my brain, yearn for my shows. For my television. For my technology.
But this year my roommates and I decided not to pay for cable. While it wouldn't be very expensive, we reasoned it wasn't necessary and would only be a distraction from our homework and other things that really matter in life (i.e. HOMEWORK. ugh). But...
I miss TV.
I miss my shows, my characters, my stories.
I miss LOST (even if it ended), and the gorgeous tropical scenery and suspense each week,--though I could certainly live happily without ever seeing Jack weep overly-emotionally ever again.
I miss How I Met Your Mother because it's funny and sweet and one of the few genuinely good sitcoms still running (and reruns are on all the time). Because HIMYM took the place of Scrubs for me, which I miss as well. The Sacred Heart staff members were so well known and familiar and sitting down to midnight reruns of it with a bowl of ice cream after a shitty night at work was worth it.
I miss ESPN. I used to bake and and watch the sports from over the counter, throwing batter-splattered hands in the air when my teams made a goal (or better yet, they won).
I miss the stupid nightly news, with the simpering, stereotyped female news anchor and her counterpart, always a slightly balding man, looking at me intently from the TV, yearning to spread his news with me.
I miss the Disney Channel, even if it's half gone to ridiculous tween soap-operas now. I miss the Travel channel and gazing at the lush vistas I'll probably never see and groaning, pushing my face into the couch cushions with the intense longing far away places give me. I miss the History channel, because even though it doesn't always get the damn facts straight, it lets me have an intensely geeky hour for me.
I miss Glee, even if it is a ridiculous tween soap-opera.
I miss bad SciFi movies. Seriously, killer genetically-enhanced snakes? Really crappy CGI'd dragons battling heroines who wear next to nothing wielding pieces of tin foil? Yes. I laughed and buried my head in my hands, giggling with shame while I watched. I miss when I would catch the opening producer's fanfare to a movie and wait, guessing what movie was running, my inner competitive tigress snarling in loss or in fiendish victory.
I miss sitting on the couch with my friends.
So you can point and laugh and yell "hypocrite" at me, an English major, while I quietly, in a quiet, deep recess of my brain, yearn for my shows. For my television. For my technology.