
Head on over to my other blog for a review of the BBC miniseries Torchwood: Children of Earth, won’t you?
Come on! You know you can’t resist!
Anchoress posts this video of an impressively talented border collie competing for the UK’s Britain’s Got Talent program. I was enthralled:

I watch too much TV and would like to cut back. Interfering with this, however, is the fact that we are truly in the middle of a television golden age. Never before in my recollection has there been such a plethora of spectacular programming. Forget about movies, TV is the medium for meaningful storytelling and deep character explorations. Too often nowadays, a movie is, almost by virtue of it’s short time frame, superficial. Nowadays it just doesn’t pay for character studies. Consequently, we get a lot of flash and noise and very little that actually resonates in the heart.
1. NEW EARTH – Okay start to the season given the novelty of seeing Rose and the new Doctor interacting together for the first time without him suffering from post-regeneration trauma. Nothing great, but not too bad, either.
Final score: 2.5 out of 5
2. TOOTH AND CLAW – A step upward with this story of werewolves and Queen Elizabeth. Edgier than it seems at first. A bit too much flash over substance, which is a common weakness of Russell T Davies’s scripts (ninja monks that go nowhere, for example), but some nice thrills and a fun yet gentle slam at the royal family.
Final score: 3 out of 5
Polygamy is the new craze, and HBO makes me fall in love and in love and in love each week with the crazy Utahians and their quadruple way loving.
I’m just fascinated by this show, everything from the politics of multiple marriage (which wife is in charge, how do the wives get along with each other, how do they balance the time and intimacy needs) to the fact that Bill Paxton, at age 50, looks better than I did at age 20. Guy must have some amazing genes, and I’m not ashamed to say that the quality of his man ass mesmerizes me, in an utterly non-sexual fashion. I get the feeling that he’s going to look this good for the next twenty years. Think about it: Chet from Weird Science is fifty years old. I’m almost forty years old. Time really does fly, even when it isn’t terribly satisfying or enjoyable.
On New Year’s Eve, I discovered the cable network TRIO approximately four hours before it ceased to exist. I’m sorry for that now, because I really enjoyed the several hours of programming I watched. I’m not usually interested in show business perfidy, but either this stuff was more substantial than usual or I was in the right frame of mind to appreciate it.