I Really Miss Old Television
I miss how television shows used to run from September until May/June with new episodes, and then, in the summer, you would have repeat episodes of the show in the same time slot. This was great if you missed an episode during the season, but it was also nice because if you were emotionally attached to the characters in the television show, as often happens for me, you could still see them all summer. Plus, it was nice to rewatch an episode now knowing what happened down the road in the story because I’d see the events differently. It was a win-win-win all around.
But now it’s all about new and different and streaming and DVRing and downloading whole seasons to your iPad to watch whenever you want instead of the country watching Ross say Rachel’s name at the wedding AT THE SAME TIME (and hearing the collective gasp go through the apartment complex). Or it’s contests where you have to text in your vote, and there’s no point in rewatching because the vote has already happened. And now, when a season ends — and that season probably began at an odd time and not September if you’re watching on cable — you need to wait until the season begins again many months later in order to see new OR old episodes because that time slot goes to a different show, like swimmers jumping off the high dive, and once one is in the pool, the queue moves forward and the next one jumps.
I’m well aware that this makes me sound crotchety. And that I’m probably in the minority with this.
But we don’t have a DVR. We don’t really have a functioning tape machine anymore. We just watch our one-television-show-at-a-time whatever time it airs. And then we say goodbye until the show returns. And sometimes we forget about the show entirely and don’t watch it when it comes back like Falling Skies. And sometimes I just sit around wondering what my characters are doing during our time apart.
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