My Television Sits Idle Like Coffins prt II

Evil Edna

Ive touched on this subject before but im not afraid to cover old ground when fresh ideas come knocking. Or no fresh ideas as the case may be on this topic. You for me, television is dead. Ive never been a big fan of it to be honest. Sure it had its time back in the golden days of the 1980s with shows like Chips, Dallas, Streethawk and The A Team but those days are long gone.
I do have giant plasma/LCD screens but I can count on one hand the things I watch on them. Its videogames that get most of my time nowadays (when im not on teh interwebz). I did try to watch Game Of Thrones but lost interest after the third episode. Not because of the show, the show is great, but I just cannot get into the habit of watching television. I feel foolish doing it which will seem silly to the majority of people, seeing as addicted as they are to it. but heres the real deal: I feel as awkward watching television as I would be sitting naked on my doorstep.
The only programmes (are they even called 'programmes' these days?) I could name are the aforementioned Game Of Thrones and Sons Of Anarchy. Thats it. Those two are television heavy metal and being a born MetalHead its only natural I enjoy them but even then I have to wait until the series comes out on Blu Ray boxset in order to see them because sitting on the sofa waiting for a programme to come on is alien to me. I simply don't like doing it. Just thinking about it brings a cloud of boredom over my head. I love videogames because im immersed in the thick of the action, im a part of what is happening and I can more or less dictate a lot of the outcomes, especially in open world sandbox titles.
I dont get this with television. With that im merely an impotent observer, a lurker to the action. Sterile and fiddling with a useless manhood.

RIP the tube

Andy 'Creepy' Pandy

In the photo above is Andy Pandy and Looby Loo who together with Teddy starred in a childrens television programme in Britain from 1950 to 1970. And I absolutely loved it! (I was born in 1971 but the show was repeated often due to its popularity.) My mother was fond of telling everyone how I would go into a wild tantrum when it was time for Andy to say goodbye and return to his hamper for the day. (The three dolls lived in a picnic basket). And she used to say that she wished video recorders had been invented in the 1970's so that the programmes could be taped to avoid my stroppy behaviour.
However looking at that photo now as I approach the grand old age of 40, im fairly shocked at how sinister Andy Pandy is looking up there. Had he been rummaging around the old Hammer House of Horror prop cabinet? His eyes are black and soulless like those of Halloween's Michael Myers or a Great White shark, that suicidal smile. And the less said about Looby Loo the better. If Insanity was a doll it would look like Loo.
They both look as if they are hiding knives, ready to kill you once the lights go out. It might not have been a tantrum I was having as a child afterall, I was more likely attempting to flee from the room before Andy could get me!

Check out the theme (itself pretty chilling):