Can't turn my eyes away
So, after Disney we threw a rocking party for Dana's birthday. Since I'm still occasionally coughing, I'm not drinking, which has made my life pretty boring. In the days that have followed I've found myself concentrating on one thing: LOST.
In America, there is a lot of really good TV. When I was growing up my parents were very careful to limit my TV intake. I wasn't allowed to watch "trash tv", which included anything from Roseanne to 90210, and I wasn't even allowed to watch MTV until I turned 16. We watched family shows like Touched by an Angel, and everyone read books while we listened to show tunes. Becuase of this, you'd think I'd grow up loving books and showtunes, which is totally true. However, moreso, I love TV. It's like the fact that I was denied junk TV for so many years has made me yearn for it. When I first moved to New York I lived in a kitchen, sleeping right next to the stove. I had no door or closet, but I did have digital cable. This was the beginning of the end.
In college my roommate Jill and I would always find ourselves on the couch at 3 am watching junk TV after coming home from the bars, and my old roommate Emily loves pop culture, and actually worked for the Montel Williams show, therefore forcing me to watch it. When I moved in with my roommate Tiffani I began my final decent into TV obsessiveness, and we would watch for hours. We were TV junkies!! At first, I was indiscriminate. Talk shows, sitcoms, reality tv, give it all to me. Then, with the invention of HBO on demand and TiVo, it got worse. Now whenever I sat down to watch tv, it was guaranteed that I would like what was on. There was no more getting bored of the show and turning off the TV, there was just hours of staring, mouth open.
You'd think that I'd grow tired of TV, but instead I remain truly dedicated. And now that I'm in a gorgeous hotel room of my own with a 50 inch flat screen tv, I have no choice but to stare some more. Of course here there are only two good channels, so we turn to the other option. Cheap burned CD box sets of the most popular shows. Which brings me to my latest project: LOST. My friend Joe bought the first season on DVD in Hangzhou, and we are watching like fiends. It's on TV here occasionally, which got my friend Jessica interested. So, we decided to start from the beginning. Now, three days later, we have seen 15 episodes.
15. We're talking us, up all night long watching TV. Our bright eyes glued to the flickering screen as our jaws hang, slack and full of drool. Who would have thought that this show, which didn't really get me in America could now have me staying up all night. I've seen the sun come up numerous times, and all I can think about is this damn island. I don't want to do anything but watch more LOST. Does anyone really know what's going on? The polar bears? The 'others'? What is UP?! Anyway, I've got to get back to that. We've got a two-show day tomorrow but that's no reason why we can't watch three or more episodes and be in bed by four! Who needs sleep when you have TV!
In America, there is a lot of really good TV. When I was growing up my parents were very careful to limit my TV intake. I wasn't allowed to watch "trash tv", which included anything from Roseanne to 90210, and I wasn't even allowed to watch MTV until I turned 16. We watched family shows like Touched by an Angel, and everyone read books while we listened to show tunes. Becuase of this, you'd think I'd grow up loving books and showtunes, which is totally true. However, moreso, I love TV. It's like the fact that I was denied junk TV for so many years has made me yearn for it. When I first moved to New York I lived in a kitchen, sleeping right next to the stove. I had no door or closet, but I did have digital cable. This was the beginning of the end.
In college my roommate Jill and I would always find ourselves on the couch at 3 am watching junk TV after coming home from the bars, and my old roommate Emily loves pop culture, and actually worked for the Montel Williams show, therefore forcing me to watch it. When I moved in with my roommate Tiffani I began my final decent into TV obsessiveness, and we would watch for hours. We were TV junkies!! At first, I was indiscriminate. Talk shows, sitcoms, reality tv, give it all to me. Then, with the invention of HBO on demand and TiVo, it got worse. Now whenever I sat down to watch tv, it was guaranteed that I would like what was on. There was no more getting bored of the show and turning off the TV, there was just hours of staring, mouth open.
You'd think that I'd grow tired of TV, but instead I remain truly dedicated. And now that I'm in a gorgeous hotel room of my own with a 50 inch flat screen tv, I have no choice but to stare some more. Of course here there are only two good channels, so we turn to the other option. Cheap burned CD box sets of the most popular shows. Which brings me to my latest project: LOST. My friend Joe bought the first season on DVD in Hangzhou, and we are watching like fiends. It's on TV here occasionally, which got my friend Jessica interested. So, we decided to start from the beginning. Now, three days later, we have seen 15 episodes.
15. We're talking us, up all night long watching TV. Our bright eyes glued to the flickering screen as our jaws hang, slack and full of drool. Who would have thought that this show, which didn't really get me in America could now have me staying up all night. I've seen the sun come up numerous times, and all I can think about is this damn island. I don't want to do anything but watch more LOST. Does anyone really know what's going on? The polar bears? The 'others'? What is UP?! Anyway, I've got to get back to that. We've got a two-show day tomorrow but that's no reason why we can't watch three or more episodes and be in bed by four! Who needs sleep when you have TV!
posted by Beth at 12:49 AM
1 Comments:
I haven't watched Lost yet either...but your experience is exactly how i got addicted to "The OC" MISS YOU!
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