Television shows should just be 3 seasons long

Considering the chaos all around me these days in New York City, this topic might be a little frivolous. Or rather, it may on its surface appear to be frivolous. However, considering my long days and nights a little frivolity is in order. Most assuredly, some moments of levity are needed to seen within the fabric of our lives. Levity. Frivolity. Banality. No. No banality. I draw the line there.

Either way, let’s get to it.

Let’s talk television. I love television. And, in particular I love it when my brain can just chill for a bit and go into some fantastical world. I’ve been re-watching Harry Potter lately. It’s taking me a bit of time to just get through the second one. There are dishes to be washed and shoes to be put away.

In terms of television series, the United States is quite unique. First, our soap operas go in for decades. Well, some were finally put out to pasture. In Latin American countries, soap operas are typically less than a year. We like elongated dramas for whatever reason. Well, there’s a whole cultural psychological background I could give you but let me stick to the surface here. Remember, frivolity.

Some of our television series have gone on for more than 10 or 15 seasons. Think about the actors on those shows. How do they stay in character for so long? Imagine dedicating a whole decade of your life to be Ross. Shake my head. I believe the average length may be closer to seven seasons. Even at that length some story lines get prolonged or repeated to the point of being irrelevant and stale. Except for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That should have stayed on longer.

Here’s the deal. Often a first seadon serms fresh and promising. Thus it gets a second season. Then that second season comes and it lost a bit of zest. It goes through a sophomore slump. Yet, people hang on vased on the promise of the first season. Then, sometimes the show comes roaring back that third season. And, we feel great. At that point, the show should just end. Go out on top. Make clean, crisp, and tight storylines. If it doesn’t come roaring back that third season, definitely let it go. Who needs two years of disappointment? Well, I suppose we have all gone through it with two years of covid.

Either, three seasons should be enough.

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  1. Hehe, Yet You Are A Nomad

    And Surely Not Someone

    Still Waiting in the

    Desert for ‘Godot’ To Come

    True Long Seasons of TV Shows

    Serve A Common Meaning and Purpose

    Vicarious Stories to Bond and Bind With

    Heroes And Villains All A Matrix on A

    Tube For Folks Who Watch Yet No Longer
    Move, Connect, And Co-Create As Even Social
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    Furniture in the BackYard to Guard the Landscape and Home…

    And Human Therein Yet of Course Stuff is More Important

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    Trucks For They Too

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    A Myth Left of When Real Humans Were Real Hehe..

    It’s Not Really Funny Yet it is What it is When one is A Real
    Participant Anthropology Observer Who Mixes in Most Every

    Crowd to see

    What’s Really

    Going Up or Down
    In A Viagra World Like This Haha…

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    First World Way of Life As Even though There Was

    Not TV to Become a Vicarious Only Spectator of until
    i Was 7 Years-Old Moving to A Bigger City With Three
    Black and White Channels still Being Impacted More by

    The Record Player My Mother Had And A ‘Taste of Honey’

    By Herb Albert in 1967, Soon to Be Replaced By “So let it out and let it in,
    hey Jude, begin,You’re waiting for someone to perform with.
    And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do,
    The movement you need is on your shoulder.
    Hey Jude, don’t make it bad.
    Take a sad song and make it better.
    Remember to let her under your skin,
    Then you’ll begin to make it Better better
    better better better better, oh.Na na na nananana,
    nannana, hey Jude… (repeat X number of times, fade)”

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    What’s Underneath The Skin All Exposed

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    Years Later A Console in A Steam of Smoke And then

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    Day i Had a 25″ Color TV At Age 26, in ’86, Perpetually

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    Free of Any Dollar Bill Owed to Anyone Else in this World…

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    Screen Turned All the Way Down Thanks Giving

    Day of 2010, All Those Consecutive Days; Yes,

    342,144,000 Seconds; Yes, 3960 Days; Yes,
    10 Years 10 Months 3 Days; Yes, 130 Months
    3 Days Without A Break of Writing Still Now Around
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    (Not Exactly 3, 6, and 9; Yet Still 3960)

    Suicide Disease to Continue

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    All the Pain and Numb

    Every Word A Mountain
    of Pain First And Eventually

    A Poetic Spark on the Last Day
    of February of 2013 March 1st

    A New World For me on 3.1.13

    Sort of Like 12.22.21 And Escaping

    A Matrix Too It took All that Darkness
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    Recovering Real From the Pain And Numb
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    This Is Just Part 3 of a Next Matrix Series at Your Place

    of Movies of My Life That Just Never Neo End Now hehe…

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    And Cleaning the Home Noticing the Furniture of me
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    Load of me Moving,
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    For me to Do And All The Stores
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    Hehe for Even Just one Day With SMiLes

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    Ya the Only Place Heaven Will Possibly

    Exist Within AS Every Human Breaks ‘The Mold’…

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    Entire UNiVeRSES to Explore And Master As We Do
    or Do Not WiTH


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    Soul to Make
    SPiRiT to Give
    Share And HeART

    ALWaYS to Break And Mend

    From Tears
    Sweat And Blood


    Lasting First Again With SMiLes…

    Anyway i Understand the Necessity
    For Frivial Pursuits in the Working World
    Too For Years all i did is Play A Mindless
    Little Snow-Board Game After Work After
    Gym And Went to Bed 5 Days A Week and
    The Last Two Just Getting Ready For the

    (i Had Nothing Left for my Wife Not Even
    A Word Some Nights i Had to Dream
    To Remember She Was Living
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    of the

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    worth it…

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