Got myself a big bag of chips and a bowl of ranch dip, flopped down on the couch, and watched the Kansas Lottery Indy 300. It had its moments, but it was a bit disappointing. Dan Weldon led 177 out of 200 laps, and most of my favorite drivers had problems, some of which I've already blogged about. Oh well.
After the race we turned off the TV and turned on the radio to listen to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. It was a good show that ended on a high note; Paula Poundstone won! Yay Paula! I guess that makes up for the race.
After supper we watched Family Guy. Usually one of my favorites, this episode was a bit weak. I laughed out loud a couple of times, but on the whole it was lackluster.
My last act on our very special TV Week was to get the DVD player going and watch another couple of episodes of Victory At Sea. Good stuff again.
And that's it. I've defied the forces of anti-TV-ness and blogged my media consumption. But at what cost? Has this dangerous experiment left me a hollow, broken, husk of a man? What has become of my mind, body, and my very soul? I must meditate on these things. Or just watch a repeat of Sanford and Son.
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