I am not an avid network TV viewer.
There are many, many shows which I’ve never seen.
I have NEVER watched a single episode of:
- Star Trek
- The show which features that Erkel miscreant
- Desperate Housewives
- Grey’s Anatomy
- Law and Order
- If it starred/stars Suzanne Sommers or that SAG card holding, equity generating, no-talent Melissa Gilbert
- HATED “The Cosby Show”
- Anything on the WB
And there are scads of other shows I’ve never laid eyes on.
It’s as though a show’s wild popularity instantly turns me off. Once it’s plot or characters become water cooler fodder, I won’t watch it. I’m like an iconoclast that way, I suppose. The only exception is “Frasier”. I loved that show, but I was never a fan of “Seinfeld”
So no, I don’t watch that much TV. If it’s on, it’s background noise.
HOWEVER, I do have one Wednesday night weakness; an indulgence, if you will.
Let me preface this bold admission with the following disclaimer: I am an intelligent, well-read, educated woman. I have keen logic and I am a sensible, rational Ovarian who’s delightfully edgy and rife with piss, vinegar and at my age, rapidly depleting estrogen levels. That said, I will admit to you before God and a pantheon of Mesopotamian mythological deities, that I firmly believe in the existence of ghosts.
Spirits, spooks, phantasms…..Casper.
I’ve had more than a few experiences that I will convey to you sometime in the future, but for now, suffice it to say that to me, they are real. So that’s why I watch “Ghost Hunters” on the Sci-Fi network, every Wednesday night. Reruns begin at 6pm CST and then continue on with all new episodes starting at 8:00 Central.
Check your local listings.
It stars Grant and Jason. They’re two Roto Rooter plumber types who founded “The Atlantic Paranormal Society” (or TAPS for short) several years ago. They’re friends and they live in Rhode Island or Jersey or someplace in the Northeast. They’ve dealt with septic systems together and when they weren’t doing that, they investigated regional hauntings. I suppose they had some credibility in terms of their craft because Sci-Fi offered them a contract for a weekly, one hour show four years ago and it’s done quite well since it’s debut and well, let me put it this way: I think they’ve augured through their last stubborn doo-doo clogs. I do believe ghost hunting for corporate sponsors is now their full time gig.
Mozol to them both.
They’re likable guys. Decidedly blue collar types who ask, “What the frig?” when something inexplicably ghostly happens. I like their show very much. I’ve seen a few things on it that have just fascinated me. One episode which focused on a haunted light house in Florida a few seasons ago was absolutely riveting. Their cameras caught a ghostly image leaning over a railing of an upper floor.
Wait, never mind my rant; see this for yourself.
And then after Ghost Hunters, I continue watching for my second favorite Wednesday night Sci-Fi Channel indulgence: “Destination Truth”.
Josh Gates is the host of this show and he is extraordinarily cute. You see, I like pudgy guys who look like they once played rugby and now look as thought they lift more Stouffer’s family size lasagna trays than free weights.
And this pretty much sums up Josh Gates.
Here’s his photo which was either air brushed or taken while he was on Atkins.
He’s a bit heavier these days and frankly, that makes him perfect in my eyes.
I like him because he’s also funny; a smart ass and to host a show like “Destination Truth”, you’d have to be.
Josh and his entourage of erstwhile actors, researchers and myth and legend finder-outers/debunkers go all over the world in search of monsters and ghosts and gnomes and anything remotely paranormal. They use the latest equipment to either prove or disprove the existence of these things and that means they go into a lot of remote, exotic locations which also means they probably need a lot of inoculations, Kaopectate and Quinine water.
Josh uses his indelible wit to describe the settings and the scenarios in which he and his crew often find themselves.
Ah, he’s so cute.
And smart, too. He’s a Tufts graduate; has his BS in Archeology (I think) and he’s done a little acting here and there. Regrettably, he was born the same year I entered my Freshman year of college which makes him so much younger than me that he’s practically sperm, comparatively speaking.
Anyway, that’s all I know about the lad. I have no idea who he is, what he is–I don’t know if he’s married, single, straight or the biggest San Franciscan ass wizard that ever lived–none of that matters. He’s cute, smart and funny and he, along with “Destination Truth” and “Ghost Hunters”, help make my Wednesday night the high point of my work week.
Well, those two shows and Xanax.