01 June 2009
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Television is like plutonium. Vastly powerful, it has the capability of doing great things and genuinely helping the further development of the human race. However, when handled poorly or by people who disrespect it the results can be rather devastating. And it is always unstable.
I like television. The ability to switch on a portal to the world, to select whether I wish to be entertained or informed. Video has such advantages over other mediums mainly due to the fact that video encompasses them all. The arts of theatre, writing, music and photography are all covered and need to exist in unison to create a quality product. There's something that sends a shiver up the spine when this is done right.
But it isn't all beer and skittles. There is a disturbing amount of total crap on our televisions, dreadfully produced and mind numbing in its ability to transfix people on their couches with a seeming inability to say "no, no more of this!". The antidote however has been invented, and it is now up to the intelligent television viewer to take a stand. The white knight is the PVR, a box of electronic gadgetry that returns the power to the viewer. With practice, the viewer can decide what is good television, what is total shit and remove the latter forever. Advertisements, the bane of the television viewer can now be sent packing with a few mere clicks of a remote.
I can assure you, with sensible use of the PVR and practice the magnificent 5% of television that is worth watching is within your reach.
Todays shout out goes to the magnificent 5%. An island of pleasure in a sea of pain.
Todays shout down goes to advertisements played at annoyingly loud volumes. Be gone you annoying devils *Dan wields his remote like a sword*
"The Channel of Champions", by Dan the VespaMan.
I switch on the box
And assume the pose,
It's a night on the couch
and anything goes.
Thank goodness for choice
The magical box,
It removes all the crud
And just leaves what rocks.
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