It’s time for school to start around here. The kids start earlier here than in New Jersey, where I went to school. There, we started in September; the fall. The weather turned cooler, the trees began to change color, and one of the ways to cope with the impending doom of a new year was to check out what new shows were coming on TV.
Fall is Spring when it comes to television. Script ideas burst from the cocoon to emerge as a new show. It may not survive, but at least it had its shot on the boob tube.
I used to know what all the new shows were. I used to have my favorite shows picked out and I would make time to watch them. Many times the entire family would sit down to watch a particular show.
Now, I barely know what’s on. Entire shows have come and gone and I never knew about them. The Pretender ran from 1996 to 2000. I just started watching it the other day, in 2008. Eight years after the show ended!
I don’t even get to watch my favorite show, The Simpsons. Either something is going on and I can’t catch it, or I just plain forget it’s on. And that’s a show that I made sure I was home to watch.
I still don’t know what’s in store for the new season. Hell, I’m not even sure we have “seasons” anymore. Now there’s half-seasons and replacement shows and stuff. Is Fall still the time for new shows to really shine? Or does it matter anymore?
I used to love reading TV Guide, or the newspaper, and seeing what new shows were coming up. Now, it doesn’t really impact my life at all. I suppose I should be happy about that. My time is chained to one less object, but I miss having that feeling of expectation.