The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little. (Ray Bradbury)
I was delighted to be back in the land of television, not having seen any for the past two months; until I somehow found myself watching Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. Yep, that’s what happens when I have access to the demon box. We did watch an interesting movie, Swimming Pool. After Swimming Pool ended Brad went downstairs to his office and I stayed on my couch, inert and with barely any brain wave activity. T.V. is not a good thing for me. I did manage to pull myself away after about 20 minutes, and I think my brain is firing again. A near escape..
I just said to Brad, "You’re my Tad Hamilton," and he said, "You’re so sweet." I said, "You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?" and he said, "No idea." Not very in touch with pop culture. I’m going to try to reduce my own knowledge of pop culture. No more t.v. for this week. I’ll watch some of the US Open tennis coverage because I really love tennis; but none of this plopping on the couch to see if anything interesting is on. ‘Cause it’s just not. I’m going to keep reading, making my way through the Read Me shelves here at home.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 
I have no idea who Ted Hamilton is either, but i do know that TV is the only leisure activity that reduces social capital in a community….so I’ve had it off for the past three years and never looked back!