20 November 2007 - If only the real world were broadcast in HD

The first week after I went away for my freshman year at CMC, my parents (now free of their offspring) decided to sign up for both digital cable and Netflix. I can only assume that this was their passive aggressive way of dealing with empty nest syndrome. While I can't say that these technological advances made me more apt to come home for the weekend, I was noticably annoyed at the timing and decided to stop speaking to Mike and Christina for two and a half months.

Well two years later, it looks as though the silent treatment worked...as one day before I came back home, a 52 inch flat screen HD TV was installed.
Just when I thought that television couldn't get any better...

Before I was a skeptic who thought that the difference was as negligible as Keira Knightley dropping two pounds. But brothers and sisters, I was wrong. It's honestly like the TV has become a window into some sort of magical, land of OZ realm with bubblegum mountains and tumbleweeds of bacon. There is added depth, razor sharp clarity and colors that previously only existed in acid trips. For the first time in my life, I was able to watch Dancing with the Stars and not be bored...only due to the crystal clear definition (and Jennie Garth, of course).

And nothing can compare to watching spoiler alert HRG getting shot in the head last night end spoilers. I honestly felt like his glasses were going to fly right out of the screen and into my lap. Too bad the same can't be said about Claire. Who cares if she's a friend to the dolphins? If West (Mr. I pick up girls by asking them if they're robots or aliens) has a shot with her, I think that anyone can.

In the past, I've been accused of watching far too much television. Sure, I currently watch about 27.5 shows a week (the half is for Gossip Girl, which I still don't admit to viewing). But it's not because I'm an "addict" or I "have no life" or I "haven't gotten laid in a while." No, it's because I know that the dumbass writers are going to shut down Hollywood in about two months, so I'm just savoring the precious few episodes that are left before a TV drought that turns audiences into the Joads in our own celluloid version of the Grapes of Wrath.

And if you'll allow me to get on my soapbox and sermonize for a second: You're writers for television. The only people in this town more overpaid are Jason Schmidt and Kwame Brown. Get over yourselves and stop making the grips, gaffers, make up artists, teamsters, craft service, and all the other below the line people suffer. Let's talk in three years when we see if downloading shows catches on. In the meanwhile, get back on your PowerBooks and finish typing up season four of LOST so I can experience the Smoke Monster in HD (Sidebar: RIP Mr. Eko. You're still missed).

Death to the infidels,
-MGD

That's what she said of the day:
(Re: pizza toppings)
It was so damn hot when I got it in my mouth, but after it cooled off it was great.