Perhaps it's the grief caused by the end of True Blood's third season that made me do it. I don't know. But I've reached new lows in my TV watching habits.
Last night, I was laughing my ass off watching Wipeout - a quality program that showcases people on giant, padded obstacle courses situated over a body of water. The comedy comes from watching these folks get pelted into the water by some giant swinging thingy or losing their footing and smacking themselves against something on their way down.
I think my eldest stepdaughter was trying to stage an intervention when she bought me the first season of Parks and Recreation for my birthday. My suspicion is that she was attempting to counteract the effects of Bachelor Pad. Oh yes, I watched that gem of a show diligently until the season finale last Monday night. The next season of The Bachelor starts in January. It's sad that I know that and am looking forward to it.
In my defense, we are making our way through the last season of Lost on DVD. The further in we get, the more interesting it's becoming. And dammit, I want answers! I did not come this far for nothing! And I have every intention of watching Parks and Recreation which is approved programming by my stepdaughter.
The good news is that Season 5 of Dexter premieres on September 26. Thank God. With the end of True Blood's latest season, and a long wait until the next one, I'm feeling a dark chasm, a deep void. Of course, I can always watch it again on our On-Demand service. But it's not quite the same as new material.
Although, watching reality TV is really research for me. I have to watch it. Because I blog about it. It's an anthropological study of contemporary social mores. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. And it makes me sound really smart... or something.