This realization happened to me not that long ago, and I had pretty much the same reaction as Avery*. If not for my girlfriend, who is generally responsible for me not wandering off into the woods to live hermetically amongst the bark and cold, lovely dirt, I don’t think I would watch any TV at all. It’s not that I don’t like TV, because I do, it’s just that I’ve lost the internal impulse to ever watch it. I don’t hate it, but like playing hockey or learning to play the Tuba**, I never have the want.
I’m not trying to come off as some kind of heroic anti-culture superstar and pretend I have “better, more valuable things to do with my time,” because not only do I find that a fairly obnoxious stance, I’m really not that person. I don’t spend my days doing pull-ups and reading Anna Karenina while preparing to sail around the world before learning French and retiring to a tiny island where I only throw the best parties. I sit in my little room, eat graham crackers and peanut butter for dinner, occasionally build fictional computerized empires, and fret over whether a sentence should begin with “Say Avery, can” or just “Hey, can you” for hours***. It’s an oddly busy life, one that has strangely robbed me of my interest in crime procedurals or how Juliet from Lost is ever going to kill those damn aliens.
SONGS FOR WEDS:
Guys I really like these songs, they are like the prettiest things I’ve heard in a while. I know I’m late to the Rumbleseat party, but God damn, is there anything Chuck Ragan can’t make awesome?
*Minus the crushing grip. I have the waxen, sweaty hands of someone who spends way too much time at a keyboard/enjoys convoluted, grind-heavy roleplaying games. Not great at holding things in place, but you should see how well my thumbs press “A” as I methodically cycle through repeating menus while working for that sexy rare armor drop.
** As I write this, I realize this is kind of a lie. I actually wouldn’t mind learning a little about the tuba. Hockey though, I still think sucks.
*** The answer is probably the latter, though I don’t know if it would have been any less cumbersome. The correct choice probably would have been to recast and approach the first panel with a different scene. A lesson for next time I suppose.