Reality TV
It’s amazing to me that with the number of entertainment choices we have, we still manage to fall into watching a reality TV series during the summer. It’s unintentional, but it seems to happen every summer. This summer we’ve fallen for a couple of cooking shows, Hell’s Kitchen and The Next Food Network Star. We know it’s not really real (do all chefs cry?), that the surprises may only be surprising to the contestants, and that conflict and flailing arms apparently make for good television. Well, maybe not good, but at least entertaining. Remind me to never become a chef.
I should add On the Lot to that list, but it’s been given fairly bad reviews. Reformatted, it could do well and be much more engaging, but otherwise, in the words of Carrie Fisher, “um…it was good…not great…not bad…it could have been somewhat, somehow, someway, better than…well, just, uh, yeah, good job.” That about sums up the way most of the critics feel too.
The ad of the day is for truck accessories, which, if you have a truck, I assume you need accessories.
I think I can wait for the day when Reality TV actually lives up to its name, where you can tune into anyone’s live feed (a la Justin.tv). I had the thought the other day, and I expect royalties now if this become a reality, that a tiny camera should be implanted behind our eyes that continually records the last hour we’ve seen, thus capturing those moments otherwise lost, like the time your dog missed the turn and ran into the wall. And then you’ll be able to stream that to the Internet. And that will be Reality TV.
Thank God for books.
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