What’re You Watching?

I don’t watch much tv. At one point, the only things I watched regularly were HGTV to yell at people complaining about wall colors and granite countertops and Food Network for Chopped where I would want to eat the food they cooked and could never figure out why I kept torturing myself watching it knowing that wouldn’t ever happen. Now THAT was a sentence.

Over the summer I fell into the Game of Thrones hoopla. I watched seven seasons in under three weeks. It was worth it.

When Scandal first started, I hated it. It was in season 3 before I tried again and ultimately enjoyed it. But I stopped watching the season before last and have no real desire to return to it. I started Greenleaf and really liked it but not enough to remember when it came on. Now that I want to go back to it, it’s not available on the OWN app at all, like it disappeared. Speaking of the OWN app, here’s a gripe: I pay for the OWN channel. That one channel actually makes me have to choose a higher priced cable package. Yet, the OWN app doesn’t recognize Verizon as a provider. It locks certain episodes of shows and you can’t watch via the app if you have Verizon. It’s bullshit. I watched Being Mary Jane until last season and now that its last season is approaching, I need to go back and watch what I missed.

The only things I’m watching with any kind of regularity (meaning I will probably not watch in real time, but I’ll catch up a day or weekend or so later) are Queen Sugar (dammit, Darla!), This is Us (dammit, Kevin!), and whatever the hell Chip and Joanna Gaines’ show is called. Is it shiplap? I will eventually watch season 2 of Stranger Things but I was way more excited about it before it was released than I am now that it’s available.

Man, I’m weird. I feel like sitting down to watch a show is wasting time that could be spent doing something else like folding laundry, putting away the folded laundry, cleaning the bedroom that so sorely needs attention. Yet if given the chance to actually do those things, they become less important. Lord knows this basket of clothes has been clean for a week. I’ve sat on the sofa and stared out the window too many times to count in the past week and not felt bad once for not folding it all. But the minute I turn on the tv, the guilt kicks in and all the clothes start screaming about how they’ve been languishing for a week. I never listen to the clothes, mind you. Here’s a thought: fold the clothes or clean the room while watching.

Nope. Never works. I need to pay attention.

So. What’re you watching?

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