[note to self: return gauchos bought as early Christmas gift for Seraphim......]
This blog entry comes to you from palatial remote studios in beautiful, lovely and picturesque Troy, Alabama.
Anyhoo, I'm sitting here while my son Tiger is lying down on the bed watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on Nick At Nite.
And it reminded me of a very depressing reality: the Nick At Nite my kid enjoys is a far cry from the Nick At Nite I used to live for watching during college and early adulthood. Back then N@N was full of great, classic comedy: Mr. Ed, Car 54, Where Are You, My Three Sons, Donna Reed Show, and more no-longer-acknowledged classics of early television.
My kingdom for Nick At Nite, circa 1991. All those timeless shows above, plus Dragnet and Alfred Hitchcock Presents; N@N even ran Hitchcock eps uncut.
Sure, you can find I Love Lucy or M*A*S*H reruns damn near anywhere you turn (especially the latter, which seems to run in continuous 3+ hour blocks on The Hallmark Channel). But WHERE HAS THE REST OF TELEVISION'S HISTORY GONE??!!
Turn on N@N and you'll see nothing older than Cosby Show. I think such "classic", "old" television as Friends is bound for N@N very soon.
And it's not just Nick, either. GSN, a/k/a The Channel Formerly Known As Game Show Network, has decided people like me are too old, and are now running endless reality guano and "celebrity poker" ..... phooey!
Where's Lawrence Welk when you need him? When ABC canceled his weekly program in 1970 due to the high age of its viewing audience, Welk didn't hang up his baton -- instead he took his bottle of champagne and hauled his "musical family" into the realm of syndication, where he found even greater success.
I'm 40 years old, but these days I feel as geriatric as television execs wish to assume I am. Sorry, but reality shows do nothing for me.
Ciao for niao.
--Talmadge "I wanna swig of Geritol" Gleck
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