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.
Categories: Culture, current events, Pop Culture, Psychology, society, TV
psychologistmimi 
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
Animal Dogs Do When Not Just A Piece of Forgotten
Furniture in the BackYard to Guard the Landscape and Home…
And Human Therein Yet of Course Stuff is More Important
‘These Days’ Where Perhaps We Do Not ‘Sharia
Chop Hands off of Thieves’ Yet ‘We’ Just Shoot
Them ‘Johnny on the Spot DEAD’ If and When
They BreaK-in Lord Yes WHere Florida ‘Big
Small Men’ With Big Four Wheel Drives
Barely Climb Out of Their
Trucks For They Too
Do Not Move,
Connect,
And Co-Create too Much
Relying on the Exoskeleton
Of A Vehicle A Vessel Only
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…
Anyway i surely Have not TotAlly Escaped This New
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)”
What Humans Seem to Fear the Most These Days
What’s Underneath The Skin All Exposed
For the World to Breathe True i’ve
Let a Few Under my Skin
Perhaps Even
Fewer
too Deep…
Yet It’s True
The Jude Always
Bleeds Most to Come to See DarK Makes LiGHT NoW… Hmm…
Anyway Our First Color TV at Age 16, in ’76, it Blew Up Three
Years Later A Console in A Steam of Smoke And then
my First Purchase on a Lowe’s Credit Card and the Next
Day i Had a 25″ Color TV At Age 26, in ’86, Perpetually
In Some Kind of Debt until ’16, and 56, Oh Lord Finally
Free of Any Dollar Bill Owed to Anyone Else in this World…
In The Interim i Became a Cog in the Machine Spoon-Fed
What to Do By the Government No Different Than School
All For 33 Years Total of Work And The 3 Degrees Spoon-
Fed Through 19 Years of College All the Input that Taught me Nothing
(Writer’s Block All The Way Through Except for Technical Lists then)
Really About Free Verse Moving, Connecting and Co-Creating
And Finally All the Input Became JUST TOO MUCH So much
Pain i Could No Longer Listen to Music or Watch TV At All
Yet my Fingers Still Worked Tolerating the Pain of the
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
13 MiLLioN Words Online First Last Respite Then of THE
(Not Exactly 3, 6, and 9; Yet Still 3960)
Suicide Disease to Continue
Living Someway Through
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
Pain and Numb And Practically Deaf And
Blind to Do it Effectively So in Dying Living
Recovering Real From the Pain And Numb
On ‘That Beach’ on July 19, 2013 iN Heaven
And Yes i Do Sing Dance Dear Psychologist Mimi
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…
my Wife could be Satisfied Never Leaving the House For
The Rest of Her Life As Long As Her DVR Stays Warm
And Cleaning the Home Noticing the Furniture of me
Hehe Now and then Sort of Hard to miss these Days
With A Special
Term She’s
Created as
Fredache
For All the
Load of me Moving,
Connecting, Co-Creating,
She Portions Out Hehe online
For me to Do And All The Stores
To Keep Those Dance Floors Warm…
It All Works Out Perfectly Enough Just
Like A Dream Come Truly Happily
Enough Forever Now With
‘Trinity’
For Real
DarK Thru LiGHT
In Heaven NoW As
Long As i Don’t Make Her Mad
Hehe for Even Just one Day With SMiLes
iN Heaven It’s True Don’t Let Anyone Fool
Ya the Only Place Heaven Will Possibly
Exist Within AS Every Human Breaks ‘The Mold’…
True No Use to Wait for Godot For We aRe ALL
Entire UNiVeRSES to Explore And Master As We Do
or Do Not WiTH
SMiLes..:)
-EoN
Mind
to Create
Soul to Make
SPiRiT to Give
Share And HeART
ALWaYS to Break And Mend
With
SMiLes
From Tears
Sweat And Blood
-Jude
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
in my Home Such A Dead Life)
(Hehe, SoulFull Note to Wife Be
Careful What Ya Wish for hehe)
Wash and Rinse
And Dry Cycle
of the
Never Ending Rain…
iN Short and Long Now At Least i LiVE..NoW… THeN
The Only Godot i Waited on Hehe, ReTiReMeNT…
i Had No Idea That Would Almost Cost my Life to
Achieve…
it’s
worth it…
ALL oF IT NoW to me..:)
-Neo
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Well I hated Ross but loved the others 🤣 so even 10 years feel like I wanted more.
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