TV Time
Okay, so I watch too much TV. I admit this freely. The point is driven home particularly strongly this week, because I have the bad timing to be in the middle of a reading binge* in the week that several of my favorite shows premiere, and I’m faced with either having to put the damned book down and watch them live, or record them and then never get around to watching them.
To be on the safe side, I think I should probably set the computer to record tonight’s offering, at least: “Arrested Development.” (It’s one of those rare examples of an excellent, bizarre show that’s written and performed well, gathers only a modest but pretty damned dedicated following and some critical acclaim/awards, and then miraculously does not get cancelled immediately for not getting a larger audience share. Usually the life expectancy for that species is closer to that of a mayfly, but they’re starting their third season already. Who knew?)
Also scheduled this week is the “Lost” premiere (Wednesday–weird but popular, so it should be safe until the audience drops off or the writers get careless), and probably some other things that looked interesting at the time but I’ve forgotten about. “House”’s premiere was last week and was, as expected, great; I believe I may have mentioned this before to basically everyone I know, but it cannot be said enough: Hugh Laurie rules. (Though I admit there are still, even now, a few brain cells in the back of my head that keep thinking, “Golly, Hugh Laurie’s doing drama. That’s seriously weird.”)
There are also a couple of shows that feature former “Buffy” alumni, so I probably will give those at least a look. “Bones” (with David Boreanaz) premiered last Tuesday before “House”; it has potential, but, again, I suffered from a little role hangover, as it were: I kept expecting him to whip around to face the camera with his game face on. Nicholas Brendon is apparently going to be in “Kitchen Confidential,” which does not strike me as a particularly brilliant choice, career-wise, but may be worth checking. I have been wrong before. Shocking, I know, but true.
In other news, I have discovered that peanut butter cookies smell amazingly like sandalwood incense. Maybe I shouldn’t bake while burning incense. Still, the cookies are good, if slightly crumbly. I tell myself that the crumbliness adds to the dog’s anticipation, never knowing when or if chunks will fall to snatching range, and thus increases his enjoyment.
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*I’m rereading the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, in anticipation of the upcoming penultimate installment. I’m currently on page 447 of book three; only 200-something pages left, then the next seven books, and I’m ready for book eleven. Woo!
