One way ticket to TVland

I'm wired. I'm hooked up. I'm connected. I'm plugged in.
It's out of control.

I keep waiting for my mom to yell at me from the other room "I told you to stop staring at that TV, you're gonna burn your eyes out!" We used to have the 1-hr a day rule when we were kids. Man, I remember that being the end all for a young life after school.

Today I got DirectTV and a new iphone. Yes, I went from 2 tvs to 4 and now I'm alerted to every email with a ding and a zizzle. A while back, I intentionally disconnected the TV in my bedroom for the sake of peace and harmony. Now, I have 900 channels to soothe me to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. I even went a step ahead and got the DVR so that even with not leaving the house for days at a time, I won's miss an episode of whatever strikes my fancy. It's simply out of control. I've seen 2 Keith Urban concerts courtesy of GAC in less than 12 hours. That's right, I jammed to the Western Aussie and watched him eat Cheeze-it's out of a vending machine in DC. TVland, there's no stopping me.

I did a little salsa in my living room to the xm salsa music channel. By salsa, I mean danced. It was exactly like being at Chevy's but without the aroma of rancid oil and the Ole birthday song floating through the air as someone's grandmother gets enveloped by the giant straw hat.


To be honest, my only, real, true, must see TV now that Sons of Anarchy is in haiatus - is Dancing with the Stars! That's right - there's a thin line between motorcycle gangs and the Lindy Hop. Ooooohhhhh to watch Giles Marini (yeah, who?) and Cheryl Burke dance together...incredible. I must confess, I have a burning desire to learn how to do the Argentine Tango. I've loved it since I saw it in The Moulin Rouge to a sexed up version of "Roxanne." You know, Rod Stewart "...you don't have to put on that red light. Walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it is right..." So angry, so passionate, it's fast, it's slow, its sweaty looking. Just fughettaboutit.

I supposed that it could be allergies, but I suspect that the burning of my retinas has to do with the cable trance that I've been in for the good majority of the day. Some people take prescription medication to zone out. Me - I rationalize the channel guide numbering system and wonder if we'll all be able to survive without the Bay Area news stations. I just don't relate to the Sacramento news. It's so trite. Lame capital news just doesn't have the grit and the crime and the sensationalism of the Bay Area.

All cable trances aside, it is nothing but spectacular to just sit here, blogging away in my flannel pj's and Oregon coast hoodie, humming away to "It's Raining on Sunday". Makes me want to learn how to play the guitar. Makes me remember how much I love Keith Urban's music. It's good, Summer night, windows rolled down, sunroof rolled back, breeze through your hair music. Those are the nights that make the Winter cold worth it. In fact, I do believe that Keith and I have a date scheduled for this June. A long, humid, two lane highway date to Pasadena. It won't be the Argentine Tango, but it will be fabulous.