Mentalechoes

So here I was sitting in front of the TV looking for inspiration for tonights little masterpeice; hoping that some topic would fall from on high and get me started. My new employer graciously gave me a mac laptop with a wireless network connection, unshackling me from the confines of my little office, and giving me the freedom to sit anywhere, so now I write from my couch, which is about 3 meters away from my office. Sure it's not far, but it's the novelty that really matters. On TV was that NCIS show, which a dutch friend of mine raves about, he reckons it's the best thing since TimTams, so when I saw it on during the channel flip I figured I'd give it one eye worth of watching.

It's pretty amazing how shit it really was. I mean, I'm fairly liberal with my concept of entertainment nowadays when it comes to TV. I watch so little of it as I have a whole bunch of other stuff I do to amuse myself, that when I do actually watch something it's normally just so I can veg out and let my brain go into neutral. It goes without saying that you have suspend belief in reality in TV, but for fucks sake, I didn't just get asked to suspend belief in NCIS, but kick it in the balls, set it on fire and throw it out the window. At one point I started wondering if I was watching some show about a parallel universe where they had computers and the internet, but it was all built by morons instead of geniuses.

I spent most of the time slagging off the show; the characters; the storyline; what they wore; and of course anything at all they did with the internet and computers. The chick I was watching it with at some point turned around and asked if I could please shut the fuck up so she could at least see the end without my ranting in the foreground. The ending was complete shit - of course - and totally unbelievable in the real world. As the credits rolled at the end though, I realised that whole shittiness of the show had actually been enterntainment in itself, and I was totally engaged as a viewer for the whole time I was on the couch.

Maybe this is how entertainment has evolved; TV has come full circle and instead of us wanting well thought out good shows, we really just want stuff that we can slag off and jeer at how bad it is. Thus making us feel like we've seen something worthwhile and engaged our brains at the same time. Perhaps this could be a new carreer, since I am sure I can write TV as bad as anybody out there today.

Padwanna!