FiTV

Though it may come as a shock, I love television. Despite my periodic complaints and commentary on the industry, I genuinely love the boob tube. Especially when I turn it on. But sometimes, it would seem to have been better to leave it off.

For many years, people have recognized me out and about in my daily life. Rarely do they remember my name. And after over a decade on TV news, you’d think that the weather would be my calling card.

The Bachelor is wrapping up another season of “love” on television. After 17 seasons, not a single guy has made it to the altar with his true love. The Bachelorette has fared slightly better with two weddings out of eight seasons.

For weeks, reporters have been laying odds on whether Seth MacFarlane would lay an egg as the Oscar night host.

With cell phones catching everyone doing everything and YouTube sharing the video within minutes, anonymity has become a thing of the past.

Tina Fey’s comedy 30 Rock recently bid its fans adieu with a series finale full of humour, sentiment, and a snow globe. When I realized it was THE FINAL EPISODE, I experienced a moment of panic. I had to make sure I set my PVR.

This week’s episode of CBC’s Cracked focuses on school bullying and the ensuing violence. I just finished a book that covered the same issue.

I was painfully shy as a child. So I never knew what to say when someone praised me. But my father once told me that I should learn how to accept a compliment. I think it’s something that comes with age.

This year, instead of the “make resolution/break resolution” rigmarole, I decided to consider what I’ve learned. I’d like to think I’ve had some personal growth in the last 366 days.

All I want for Christmas is a Gangnam-free week. A Gangnam-free week. A Gangnam-free week. All I want for Christmas … Okay, you get the idea.