The only positive thing to come out out of my Saturday Night Live crap-o-rama was their constant reminders that I should watch Julia Louis-Dreyfuss’ new-ish show, The New Adventures of Old Christine. The program itself is a bog standard laugh-track sitcom, I much preferred Julia in the first season of the ‘doomed from the outset’ Watching Ellie.
But in last night’s ep there was a joke that made me chuckle slightly. It involved Christine’s ex-husband trying to prise her from the couch to go to a polling station and vote, while Christine was watching the latter stages of American Idol at home. And of the top of my head, it went a little something…like this.
Richard: If we leave now, we can get to the polling station and back in 20 mins.
Christine (staring blankly at the TV): But… Idol.
Richard: Can’t you Tivo it?
Christine: No, the Tivo is broken. We’re watching this live.. like animals!
Last night I had so many things to do, and I was trying to get them done in time for Life on Mars at 9pm. Then it dawned on me that I could take my time, and watch Life on Mars when I bloody well feel like watching it Thanks to Sky+. Trust me, I’m still getting used to it, but that is the way TV is headed. In my dystopian future, the only people watching their favourite programs on some schedule that a newspaper or magazine gives them will be akin to the cavemen that couldn’t outrun the animals of their era. Extinct. Don’t take my predictions for granted though, my future contains flying monkeys, Tom Cruise chasing down people that haven’t done anything and one ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them. Or something.