Miles and I don't really watch TV. It isn't that we look upon sitcoms, or upon sitcom viewers, unfavorably; we simply lack the desire to engage in the "activity". We get our news from CNN.com. We get our weather from Weather.com.
I watch TV when I'm with my parents, though! I'm a "Social TV-Viewer". Whenever I return from a visit, I return knowing so much more about pop culture than when I left. I find this very sad: I chill with my parents to get up with what the kids are doing for fun these days.
I suppose we use our TV to watch movies...but we're just as happy to spend the evening reading—perhaps more so. In the on position, it receives the most attention when I manipulate the DVD player to stream compact disks. And off, it excels in the collection of dust...it has a nice big surface perfect for a healthy dust crop to grow between the weekly polishings. It's sort of a side project we're working on for supplemental income. It hasn't been real profitable yet.
The one shred of decency our TV holds, is its constancy in the 10:00-11:00P slot every night, seven days a week. "Who's Line is it Anyway?" ABC Family airs the reruns...good stuff, really, superbly good stuff. I laugh uncontrollably during every episode....and LOUDLY. I am a person of a soft-spoken sort, and rarely find myself untamed in my amusement. The drollness of my momma and my Anna are notable exceptions, along with this grand improv comedy show of bygone days.
Miles is still boggled by the volume of my cascading laughter during the show—"My silk-voiced wife? A closet "Who's Line..." hyena? My God! What have I gotten myself into!? If only I had known..."
