Yesterday was the second BRC television gala I’ve attended. I think I wrote about the first in my first virginal poke of a blog on Friendster that “married but open” guy I worked with once thought I should start – let’s see - here it is. I’m attaching the link because it was pretty much identical this year – same lovely roast, same stupid critics (though they talked less this year, which was precious of them) - except I was even less interested because I’m through with television. There wasn’t a single new show previewed I was at all interested in, except possibly that comedy about robbing Mick Jagger's penthouse. But not interested enough to watch. "Let's Spend the Night Together" had been playing in a groceteria the day before so the synchronicity and all was sort of cute. Mick Jagger must have made girls so horny back in the day.
Anyways, I've realized I fucking hate television even more than I thought I fucking hated television. I just look at any television now and see crap that tries to make you watch long enough to be too hypnotized to TiVo the commercials. Commercials. Ahhhh. I love marketing - I hate advertising. It's so ubiquitous; why be sporadically entertained by loooong shows to get some more of it? Two points in case: our table got some fun swag, like a pen from the Global network that has a built-in writing light and a Bluetooth headset that I’m going to try to hawk – I’m getting a new handset soon but if I need a wireless device giving me head cancer I’ll just hold the cellphone right against my ear, please and thank you. Point two: finding the above link was the first time I’ve looked at that Friendster blog in kablages and they’re selling ad space on it now. Sick. As if anyone has looked at it in a good ¾ of a year. Ad noise, everywhere. Fuck TV.