I admit it, I rarely watch actual television. I’m hardly ever in our lounge, the television set is Mr Pharmacist’s domain. I’m a show downloader, and not by choice.

About ten years ago, I was a passionate Friends fan. Shut up, I loved it. I still kind of do. Chandler and Monica are totally my OTP. But I knew they would get together before the showed aired in Norway, because it was printed in a mainstream newspaper article. If you don’t know me in real life, you probably don’t know my reading speed, which is at a level where I sometimes glance at a page and before my mind registers the spoiler warning, I’ve already read the next line and the spoiler is there. I was very, very vexed about this, because I really, really hate show spoilers. I know lots of people who love to theorize, discuss and find out as much as possible about a show, including reading spoilers, and fair play to you, that’s just not my thing. I need my story to unfold like it’s intended, not by skipping to the end. The emotional pay-off is just so much greater if you’ve followed the character every step.

..oops, that wasn’t the blog post I had intended to write. Anyway, I was so pissed off at being spoiled that I started downloading Friends, so that I could see the episodes as soon as possible after airing time. It’s a habit that’s stuck with me. By now, that’s how I watch television. I am completely incapable of keeping track of show air times on local television, but I know which days my favourite shows air in the US, and look for them the day after. I justify this practice by buying a lot of TV DVD box sets, especially of stuff I really liked, even though I might never watch the DVDs, at least then I’ve paid for the enjoyment. I think that’s only fair, and if I could legally use a service like Hulu, I would happily pay for it. HAPPILY. I already pay for the streaming music service Spotify after all, and I am glad legal streaming music exists here in Europe now.

All that above is simply back story to the true nature of this post (although I bet I’ll be writing about the above in more detail in the future), which is that this week, TV is killing me. Because of the Olympics (I guess), there are no shows.

The Daily Show is on hiatus this week. And then there’s all the other ones:

I don’t actually watch Stargate Universe, but Mr Pharmacist does – although he once called it Stargate Octopus when he couldn’t remember the name, so Octopus is the house name for the show. I don’t know either, people. And I’m sure readers will put their noses up at a few of these, to which I can only offer a big whatever, dude.

Anyway! Television has effectively STOPPED until March! Dollhouse is over, so is Battlestar Galactica, there’s nothing like Veronica Mars (oh, how I miss you, feisty blonde one) and Heroes stopped being interesting in season 3. At this point I may get desperate and start watching Lost from the beginning – I’ve only seen season 1.

Or I might actually manage to get on top of my studies with all the non-watching of tv show time I have available, GOD. Anything but that! At least Daily Show will be back next week, so at least there’s snarky goodness in my near future. The rest of you, I’ll see you in March. If I don’t die of withdrawal symptoms by then.