I hardly ever watch TV anymore.
I just lost interest, like I lost interest in everything else.
But that doesn't sound right, because I LOVE TV, just like I LOVE playing piano, and drawing, and all the other things I stopped doing.
But anyway, my TV stays off.
I do, however, have the first three seasons of Glee on my iPod.
Let me just say, I was there first. First episode, first season onward. I'd be watching the show, and I'd say, "Chelsea, come here, come here!"
And she'd come running, and then turn away in disgust when she saw it was Glee I wanted her to see.
Then, last year, the brat decided all of a sudden that the show was cool, she downloaded all my episodes and all my Glee CD's - don't start, I know I'm a Gleek - and pretended like she'd been a fan all along.
So now, of course, because I don't watch anything anymore, she knows more than me. I didn't watch the last part of Season 3 or any of Season 4. I know what happens, but I haven't watched it. I just can't.
Here's the bad part.
This summer I was telling my mother about Cory Monteith's death and how perfect he was on Glee and how much he'll be missed, and my mom says, "That sounds like a show I would like, let me take it home."
So my mom took my precious iPod, and didn't give it back for three weeks.
It gets worse.
When she picked me up every morning, she was watching Glee on the iPod, with her little headphones in. Then she proceeded to drive me to work. While she watched Glee. Okay... wait. While she hypothetically watched Glee.
So there I am, a terrified passenger, "Mom, PLEASE, put that away, it's illegal."
Here's Mom's logic, "No, texting and driving is illegal. I'm not texting. I'm only watching."
Three weeks this went on. Okay wait...three weeks this allegedly went on.
She just turned 61. You would think that would be old enough for some sense, right?
So finally, she stops bringing it in the car, and I want it back. Every day, I want it back. Every day, she says, 'Oh sorry...I was watching the Michael episode, I forgot.'
Three days in a row of that. You know, I feel very sorry for Dwayne. This flaky, forgetful, personality trait was handed straight down to all three of us from Moma.
No wonder he looks so frustrated when we get in the car 45 minutes late sometimes.
FINALLY I get my iPod back, but not without us watching the Michael episode one more time. It's Mom's favorite because they sing the Jackson 5 song 'ABC' which she loves, and my favorite because they sing Michael's 'Man in the Mirror' which I love.
And now Goodman 1 and Goodman 3 are badgering Goodman 2 to get season 4 downloaded so they can watch in full for season 5 starting this week.
But...but...I don't even watch TV anymore! Well, hardly ever. Well, okay I watched the Emmy's. I sold out.
But I'm cancelling my cable...bye bye TV...