Might as well take a TV break, because my muse has apparently gone on vacation without letting me know. Until she (muses are always “she,” right?) returns, it’s pretty unlikely anything creative will get accomplished here.
If you’ve visited here before, you know that even though the television is always on as background noise, the only shows I always make an effort to watch are Mad Men, Rescue Me, and Sons of Anarchy. Less than two weeks to go before Mad Men is back, and Sons just about a month off.
Good thing, too, because I am getting somewhat frustrated with Rescue Me. On the plus side, the show did get a deserved Emmy nod for a killer guest star turn by Michael J. Fox as the most assholish, anti-Alex P. Keaton character ever, and now a guest appearance from Maura Tierney is showing promise (may I say how happy I am to see Maura Tierney looking pretty again and playing someone other than Abby on E.R.). But the show is still spending way too much time for me on the Tommy-Janet-Sheila triangle. It is getting very tiresome. I wanted to punch Janet in the face during her “you need me if you want to keep seeing your kids” speech, and I almost fell asleep during Sheila’s “you make me hot” speech.
The firehouse banter and the actual fire scenes still make it worth my time, though. I still love to talk with my “technical advisor” about what’s real and what’s not. I was only very slightly surprised to find out that at his firehouse, they bet on Hell’s Kitchen and other cooking competitions, rather than Dancing With the Stars like the 62 Truck boys were doing last week.
Speaking of television, how disappointing to see that the Emmy Awards are not planning to televise presentation of the major writer’s awards. Without the writers, we’d be forced to watch reality crap all day and all night long. We’re way too close to that sorry state already. The #emmysfail Twitter hashtag is quite apropos for this.
(NaBloPoMo | August ’09: 4 of 31 | 75% Challenge: 192 of 274)