Our Lives Have Reduced to This

It's Friday, and as is tradition in the Claycomb household, we will be 'going out' for the night. Nothing fancy, people, just a bite to eat and a movie (Matt Damon if I'm lucky!).

As Rod reads the evening paper, he gets to the last page - - the TV listings and says, "Don't forget to tape Project Runway."

I am still finishing off some work bits and not quite listening 100%, but this stopped me in my tracks. I look up at him and say, "Do you realise what you've just said? We are actually going to TAPE Project Runway!"

Rod's disclaimer, which he is forcing me to type at gunpoint (okay, more like wineglass-point), is that this will be taped for MY enjoyment not his (uh, huh).

But, this is just an illustration of what our TV viewing has been reduced to after 8 years in NZ. It's like we're living in a bubble where we don't actually remember anymore what good TV actually is. Here's the typical viewing schedule:

Mondays:
Desperate Housewives from 2005/06 season. Hey, I can't complain, at least I have Gabrielle for entertainment, no matter how outdated.

Tuesdays:
Lost - 2 seasons ago. I am interested to know if this is actually on anymore in America? Does anyone have any more answers than questions?

Wednesdays:
The Amazing Race - Rob and Amber have transferred from Survivor, which we saw only 2 seasons ago.

Thursdays:
SVU -2 seasons old

Fridays:
Yes, Project Runway (this is following a few months ago when the viewing was America's Next Top Model from 2005 season which we taped religiously each week!).

Then, add to that Seinfeld reruns - -the VERY first season; Who Wants to Be a Millionaire from Britain, 2003 (cultural differences mean we have no clue about a third of the questions, but watch anyway); and Friends, the early years - Rachel has REALLY big hair.

We often have TV protests when we snap out of our unreality and realise these programmes are so NOT entertaining, we should be spending our leisure time more wisely. So, we'll have two evenings of reading books, playing scrabble, but we inevitably turn on the TV "just to see what's on" and it lures us in!

Oh well, gotta go, Survivor is on. Rupert is just about to win the immunity challenge I think.

Heather

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