While I’d love to rant for a while about the weather, and these damn Northeastern’s that keep hitting the New England Area, this is more about the wonderful world of television.
For the past 5 months or so, thanks mostly in part to Miss Possible, I’ve become hooked on a number of [what people call] night time soap operas. These include Grey’s Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, Medium, etc.. I don’t think I can include CSI, Law & Order SVU or RR/RW Challenge in this category.. But, overall I’m watching more TV. This is probably the first time since I was in high school that I watched regular primetime television and gotten involved with these sorts of dramas. (Don’t ask me what I did before this, I can’t figure it out myself).
This past week, I’ve very much enjoyed the Season Finale’s of a number of these great shows, and I forgot how exciting it is to get hooked. I find myself pondering questions like “Is Zach really Mike’s son? What is going to happen to Captain Bush? What is going to happen between Meredith and Dr. Shepard?” — I sound like the typical soap opera junkie. It’s ridiculous.
I can’t say for sure, but I feel as though Television has gotten better. The quality of these types of shows (and I don’t even watch ER, The West Wing or 24) is so much better than what I remember. Maybe I’m questioning this because of the book I’m reading (more to come), but maybe it’s just that I missed out on good television.
