Last night I decided to take a break from working on my manuscript, and watch a little television. As the screen fired up, an image of Brittney Spears' shiny dome appeared on the screen. Ugh. I changed the channel quickly, only to find yet another episode of some entertainment show discussing Anna Nicole Smith's death, and speculation regarding who the father of her child may be. I assure you, it isn't me. I changed the channel again. An infommercial instructed me that I could have the body I always wished for. For an incredible price beyond my credit limit I could participate in et another great diet fad. Before and after pictures graced the screen. Great tasting food that only costs a fortune was packaged in cardboard. The show made no mention that after the weight is lost, without a lot of exercise and discipline, blimp city will be back quickly. On to a new station, and an unfunny and insulting sitcom about a broken family raising a child. Then yet another Dr. Phil style counselor making a diagnosis in a matter of minutes when it takes most counselors in the real world a number of sessions to come to a conclusion. Then a crude animated show (that poked fun at Christianity before I changed it - snake slithers towards a woman and she cries out "get it away from me, it knows I'm a Christian!"), gangsta rap on the next channel, and the 1/2 hour newshour which didn't hold my interest on the Fox News Channel. Finally, I landed on ABC. Surely they had some quality programming on. It turned out to be The Academy Awards show - Hollyweird's chance to hand out Oscars and pat each other on the backs (The Academy Awards is a close second place in portraying Hollyweird's obsession with itself, second only to the SAG Awards, to be honest).
I turned my television off.
This morning on the radio I heard that Al Gore won an Oscar for his fantasy epic about Global Warming.
I turned my radio off.