Another Advent service tonight, and so another late (and superficial) post.
I’m disappointed, mostly in myself. I set my VCR to tape “Pushing Daisies,” but it didn’t occur to me that under the rules of the new technology I have to engage that digital converter thingy I sent away for. And so I missed the show for the second week in a row.
(TIVO? What’s that? Who do you think I am, Lileks?)
Which wouldn’t be a big deal, except I read that they’ve cancelled “Pushing Daisies.” Soon it will be just a fond memory, a cautionary lesson for network executives not to get too creative, or to respect the audience’s intelligence too much.
In my heart, I’m convinced it’s really my fault. I missed the first couple episodes when it (finally) returned, and now I’ve missed two more, and surely that’s what tipped the scales. Kristin Chenoweth will certainly hunt me down and murder me slowly with a blowtorch.
Which, in winter in Minnesota, is almost a merciful death.
I am devestated by the cancellation. Absolutely. Devestated.
Yeah. At times like these one must ask, “Is life really worth living?”
It’s more likely my fault. I quit watching sometime last year. Surely some Big Brother somewhere noticed.
Good. When Kristin shows up, I’ll tell her that. 😉
Ouch, I’m really going to miss that show. And Lee Pace.
Sure life’s worth living! We’ll just turn Kristin loose on the network suits. With a chainsaw. And a camcorder.