So – while most people kind of mourn the onslaught of reruns, I rejoice. I’ve never been that much of a television watcher – at least I didn’t used to be. But more and more, I found myself picking up shows and watching them even though I didn’t really want to. The Bachelor is a good example. I did not want to watch that show but found myself being sucked in. The same went for American Idol, (and while not exactly disappointed – still I though Adam was the best) Dancing With the Stars (and I’m trying not to be bitter that Gilles didn’t win. Since Melissa didn’t either, neither my co-worker nor I owe either a coffee. But still – how could Gilles not win???) , Celebrity Apprentice, Survivor.
OK, OK – maybe there was a bit of Ru Paul’s Drag Race in there too. And, if they were to hook me up to a lie detector, I just might confess to a couple of episodes of Toddlers and Tiara’s. And yes, yes if one were to threaten to pull out my nails, I might just confess to watching a few episodes of Tila Tequila’s Shot at Love. And all right, I cringed while I watched some of Paris Hilton’s BBF. But I only watched one – just one episode of Brett Michael’s Rock of Love.
There – now I’ve gone and confessed my dirty little secret.
But the point is – they are all finished now.
While I did watch them, at the same time I resented the fact that I was and was most annoyed with me for wasting time.
Now regular television shows were a bit different. I simply could not miss Lost every week and didn’t resent the time watching it. And who would possibly mind watching the delicious Simon Baker in The Mentalist.
But now these shows are all either done or finished for the season so my time is freed up. There will be one show I watch now – and only one!
So You Think You Can Dance – yep – it started tonight and I’m pumped.
I’m hoping all this free time means I can start reading at a much faster clip. It seems this ‘I don’t really want to watch’ television watching has cut into books TBR. But now, with the exception of one show, things should speed along much quicker. Maybe – just maybe, I can read 2 books to every 3 I buy.
Now if only I can stay away from Tila Tequila’s Shot at Love II