Friday, April 16, 2004

A little knowledge I have learned to add hyperlinks. Be afraid. comment []3:22:34 PM   trackback []

So much TV, so little time My husband, as all who know him will attest, is passionate about many things, not the least of which is filmed entertainment. Let's just say that he bought himself a 50 inch TV -- for Mother's Day. He's particular: movies come first, followed by Chris Matthews, Jon Stewart, NOW with Bill Moyers (the most underappreciated show on TV, maybe because it's guaranteed to make you cry every damn week), and an embarrassing number of crap reality shows including, but not limited to, American Idol, My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance, What Not to Wear, and Queer Eye. (Did I mention that he's a total metrosexual?) His TV habits are mostly fine--I occasionally feel pressured to watch TV after dinner when I'd really rather be picking my toes, but whatever. But now, he's created a problem. I am addicted to the old Prime Suspect. Addicted. I have only watched the first two seasons, and Netfllix better get it together soon to get me the next one. Because starting THIS SUNDAY--there's a new one on PBS. This might just be tantalizing, if it weren't for the new show, State of Play apparently airing opposite it on BBC America,which is, according to many reviewers JUST AS GOOD. Ok, so we'll Tivo one of them, and watch the other on our Voom HDTV receiver. (Did I mention that we are Voom early adopters? That was actually my contribution (for Husband's christmas present) to the video insanity.) But--as slightly panicked Husband pointed out last night--WHAT ABOUT SOPRANOS? This is when being a Californian is truly handy. Three words, baby: East Coast Feed. Wish us luck. Meanwhile, thanks to that American Academy of Pediatrics study, poor Dido is cut off. No TV since he watched (for the 20th time) Jungle Book 2 on Saturday. He's suffering, but bearing up. Hypocrites are we. comment []9:15:35 AM   trackback []