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   Tuesday, November 06, 2007

   THE DRUG OF THE NATION

Just got back from TV night at James' place. Very few of us, it seems, are willing to go to a movie by ourselves, so why is television always such a solitary activity? Single people flop down in front of the tube after a long workday and even families, with precious few shows geared to all ages, tend to have separate TV sets in the home.

It's too bad because watching TV with friends is always more fun. Last night, I was talking to my landlady in the hall when Brad and his friend came bursting out of his apartment, begging her to tell them she was able to tape Heroes. It was adorable. I still have fond memories of watching Melrose Place in my university common room with about 16 girls, all of us yelling at the screen. And, of course, the old Sunday night tradition of turning out all the lights and watching The X-Files with my old flatmate Josh. Nattering about the show during the commercials was half the fun.

It's been nice to keep the trend going as best I can. James and Daniel have been inviting me over on Tuesdays to watch The Tudors and it's been great fun: Daniel points out all the historical inaccuracies while I make wisecracks about the dialogue and James makes catty comments about the actors. Plus, James is a great host -- tonight, he served up a fine chocolate cheesecake and poured me a glass of whiskey. He's awesome.

In a similar vein, I've been trying to make time to watch Dexter with Brian (he digs the creepy), Bionic Woman with Trevor (everyone loves women who kick ass) and, as always, Doctor Who with Robert and James. Then there's my Sunday mornings at the dog run with Janet -- while our beasts roam free, we natter about Reaper and whatever Bill Maher was digging into on Friday.

TV is just a good excuse to meet up with friends once a week. As much as I'm loving Friday Night Lights, it'd be more fun to watch it with someone else. Of course, then again, it's made me cry once or twice and no one needs to see that.

I just wish someone else was loving Life as much as I do? Who can I trade theories with about who the real killer is?

Labels: friends, TV