Sow There!

For the longest time I didn’t allow the television to be turned on, except for renting movies. When Tommy and I first started dating I told him that the clear sign that it was “the beginning of the end” when a couple resorted to sitting around watching television instead of talking, taking walks or playing games.

He must have really wanted to woo me, because last year he didn’t even watch the baseball playoffs.

When he was out of work for a while because he almost lost his finger in an accident, he was a bit crabby. I was less than my normal loving and adoring self. We had a spat one night and just to be rude, I defiantly clicked on the television. He knew eggzactly what statement I was making.

Funny thing is, after not watching it for a while, watching those silly television commercials was kind of funny. Television commercials can be clever the first time you see it, before you have seen the same commercial 15 times in a single hour-long program and become numb like a teenager tuning out a nagging mother.

At first Tommy was really excited to watch all those “CSI” shows that he loves, and I was excited to use that time to yak on the phone with my girlfriends.

I even got into that reality show “Rock Star, Supernova” and was seriously sad and a little lost on Tuesday nights when it ended.

But after awhile television has started to become really annoying again.

There’s not just “CSI.” Now there’s “CSI, New York” and “CSI, Miami.” I’m waiting for them to go full-board and have “CSI, Pocatella, Idaho.”

Don’t get me started on the rest of them, such as “Cold Case” and “Without a Trace.”

Promo photo for “CSI, NY”

I hate the blood and gore of these shows and if I do watch them (because no girlfriend is reachable by phone) I’ll groan when all the beautiful people somehow sleuth through the cases as if they are psychics.

The women wear tight shirts with the top buttons undone. The guys look like they’re in GQ Magazine. I’ve interviewed detectives at the Chico PD, and believe me, none of them look or dress like that.

Also, even in a relatively small town like Chico, with really good investigators, complicated cases don’t piece themselves all together in two days. When watching one of the “CSI” shows, I know that if I look at my watch 10 minutes before the show is due to be over, we’re due for an impassioned confession by the criminal.

For once, I’d like to see the guy not confess and the show continued. Maybe they could even have a really good court drama on directly after the “CSIs.” The incredibly gorgeous attorneys would have to try the case and piece together the evidence we just saw on the crime show the hour before. They could even intertwine the stories. The crime from the “CSI, Des Moines” could somehow be linked to some crimes on “CSI, New Orleans.”

But I have an even better idea. I think I’m going to ask Tommy to go back to the days when we played a lot of pinball and made up stories about our neighbors while we were taking walks at night.