The other day, I happened upon a show on HGTV called House Hunters. The entire premise of the show is: you watch a couple look for a house. You see the houses, you see the couple, you see part of the process (but from what I’ve heard about homebuying, not much).
And then I realized, “What is television doing to me?”
It was somewhat interesting to see the houses – particularly one that was entirely created in the 1970s, and looked Bradyesque. But other than that, I found nothing interesting. Ho hum, they’re signing papers. Oh, they don’t like the patio. Know what? I don’t care.
Bitter? Sure, because I think The Puppy Channel is a far better idea, and it’s still not a network.
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