Well, I’m short on thoughts for posting today, so I figure I might as well show you how strange I am as a means of taking up cyber-space.
As I’ve said before, when I write, I put the TV on as background noise.Ã‚Â One of the best purveyors of white noise is the Lifetime Movie Channel.Ã‚Â It’s as though I’ve seen each and every movie before and can, therefore, basically ignore it.
Well, something brought my attention to the Hallmark Channel where I nearly collapsed with joy to find several of my favorite old TV shows looping all day, everyday.Ã‚Â
Little House on the Prairie and,
Murder She Wrote.
I can’t get enough of these two shows and I don’t know what exactly that says about me, but I suspect it’s unflattering.
I can’t help it.Ã‚Â These shows are perfect for writingÃ‚Â behind.Ã‚Â
And, I’ve discovered a new show–The Waltons!
My God, that show is witty and queer and fantastic in every way.
Unlike the family of my childhood viewing–the Brady Bunch–the Waltons actually, sort of, act like a real family.Ã‚Â They beat the hell out of each other–okay, John Boy is always there to breathe sense into his sibs–experiment with ouiji boards, explore infertility, death, poverty and all the while have a lot of damn fun along the way.
What is wrong with me????Ã‚Â I mean in terms of my TV viewing habits, we don’t have to go into what’s the matter with the rest of me.
But, I adore these sappy, clean, neatly wrapped up shows as much as things like the Sopranos.Ã‚Â
I guess I’m just easy.