AMC Love
I used to be the type of guy who hated most TV shows. I’d have one or two shows that I’d keep up with on a regular basis, but that was it. I was sort of happy about that fact so I could act like I was better than everyone else because I only watched good shows. No American Idol-type shows for this guy. Lately, however, that has changed dramatically. Still no American Idol, but my queue of watched shows has gotten to the point where I actually have to make a spreadsheet with season premier dates so I don’t miss any of them.
These shows I’m now addicted to have even dropped off in quality. I think it all started with Entourage and my sickness of not being able to stop watching a show once I start. Luckily AMC has jumped into my life and has raised the quality per show average drastically. I was a fan of Mad Men from almost the start, then recently I found out about Breaking Bad, which you can read about here. Things just seem to keep getting better and better with AMC, but I’m scared. I don’t want my eyes to turn into jelly over the next couple of years.
Recently, AMC premiered a new show called Rubicon, which I also find sort of fantastic. I say “sort of” because I really feel like I’m too dumb to be watching it and I have to be missing a lot of clues. Also, with the premier of The Walking Dead this fall I will be watching more shows on AMC than I did on all other television channels combined just a few short years ago.
How in the hell could I not watch this?
My new plan is to only start watching new shows if I know they’re going to be of a certain quality and hopefully all these shit shows I watch get canceled or just end soon. It doesn’t seem likely though, because Entourage is in its what, 16th season now? It gets worse and worse every year, but I can’t even imagine not sticking it out, especially now that I put in this much time.
Even if I was somehow able to overcome this disease of not being able to stop watching something I know I’ll eventually relapse. One day you’ll find me bleeding from the eyes , covered with entire DVD box sets of TV shows I swore I would never watch again while mumbling “let’s hug it out bitch” to myself, after a week-long bender. There’s no way I could hold on to that sort of continued willpower.







