Okay, let me be the first to say, despite my hatred of that discipline in which I hold my B.S., psychology is, for the most part, a crock of deceit and alchemy. But, there were a few beneficial points-- like, how we grow up kind of affects us as young adults (Ooooooh!). When my parents got a much-appreciated divorce, the one thing I cherished was torn away from me... forever to be experienced erratically ...the TV. The TV from then on was to become the Holy Grail; that which I could receive in irresponsibly liberal doses at mom's house (Silk Stockings, 90210, Three's Company) and not at all at dad's house (other than French instructional tapes or Kung-Fu episodes).
With that said, my unique history of television feast or famine has come back to plague me in a more hazardous sense than ever-- except this time the screen is half as big and in LCD form.
In my burgeoning adult years, in a yogi-like fit of discipline, I ejected all television from my life, which I'm proud to say has lasted a productive nine years. (I even stopped withdrawals after eight years). I was recumbent in my nine wonderful DVDs: Hanging with Sloth, Elizabeth, Donnie Darko, Brazil, Fire Engine Red Rookies, etc. Now, modern technology has disabled me from managing my harmfully lazy disposition and I'm afraid I can never go back.
From my first underage sex chats on AOL in the early '90s to the ability to rival professional music recording with ProTools, I've applauded the advance of personal computing technology, and it's awesome empowerment of the little guy. With all the day's tasks condensed into one cute machine, I could get three times as much done. This prolonged gratitude has come to a sudden halt with the latest disastrous developments: Youtube, Itunes store, and major networks' full episode streaming (Desperate House Wives, hello?!!) This has gone too far and I fear that my honeymoon with the modern age has come to a disappointing end.
Thanks to iTunes, and the hundreds of shows available at just a $1.99 click away, I ended up with a bill of $60 last month thanks to Frisky Dingo, The Office and Weeds. Anytime the fancy occurs to me, or a moment of hangover or lethargy rules, I can be incapacitated for 20 minutes or more. I'm at laissez-faire-television dosing mom's house all over again, except this time, there's no dad's house to save me.
When my computer can quench practically any desire I may have, this is the point where visceral nature rules: productivity dies and
(I'd like to bring this to a tidy conclusion, but I'm afraid my Frisky Dingo episode just finished downloading.)
Frisky Dingo and son (THANKS!):
With that said, my unique history of television feast or famine has come back to plague me in a more hazardous sense than ever-- except this time the screen is half as big and in LCD form.
In my burgeoning adult years, in a yogi-like fit of discipline, I ejected all television from my life, which I'm proud to say has lasted a productive nine years. (I even stopped withdrawals after eight years). I was recumbent in my nine wonderful DVDs: Hanging with Sloth, Elizabeth, Donnie Darko, Brazil, Fire Engine Red Rookies, etc. Now, modern technology has disabled me from managing my harmfully lazy disposition and I'm afraid I can never go back.
From my first underage sex chats on AOL in the early '90s to the ability to rival professional music recording with ProTools, I've applauded the advance of personal computing technology, and it's awesome empowerment of the little guy. With all the day's tasks condensed into one cute machine, I could get three times as much done. This prolonged gratitude has come to a sudden halt with the latest disastrous developments: Youtube, Itunes store, and major networks' full episode streaming (Desperate House Wives, hello?!!) This has gone too far and I fear that my honeymoon with the modern age has come to a disappointing end.
Thanks to iTunes, and the hundreds of shows available at just a $1.99 click away, I ended up with a bill of $60 last month thanks to Frisky Dingo, The Office and Weeds. Anytime the fancy occurs to me, or a moment of hangover or lethargy rules, I can be incapacitated for 20 minutes or more. I'm at laissez-faire-television dosing mom's house all over again, except this time, there's no dad's house to save me.
When my computer can quench practically any desire I may have, this is the point where visceral nature rules: productivity dies and
(I'd like to bring this to a tidy conclusion, but I'm afraid my Frisky Dingo episode just finished downloading.)
Frisky Dingo and son (THANKS!):
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catdad:
I never had TV withdrawals. I had a computer by then. I have Brazil on DVD, too. Someday, I'll get a TV to watch it.
ojaeflo:
I thought you looked familiar.
