I am seriously considering NOT watching the Super Bowl this weekend. Well - not watching it LIVE anyway. I'm still a bit rankled that the 49ers didn't get there, I'm getting increasingly bad at dealing with my sleep pattern being upset, and the BBC are showing it, which means the whole game will be available on iPlayer on Monday. It's just too tempting to have a good night's sleep on Sunday, avoid the result all day Monday and then settle down and watch the whole thing Monday evening at home. I'll probably change my mind by the weekend and sit up with some cans of Guinness and some Pringles, but as things stand, I'm thinking of letting it all happen without me.
I guess this is a consequence of existing in this modern world of ours, where all shows are available at all times to all people, and you can choose your own viewing schedule as you see fit. The days of having one chance to catch something live, and having to plan your time around it to make sure you were sitting there at the same time as everyone else, are long gone. So, too, the acceptance that you had to WAIT sometimes for the next episode of your favourite show. There used to be something great about watching the end credits of a show roll and knowing it would be a full seven days before you could pick the story up again. That feeling and that experience don't even exist anymore, because everything is just waiting at the end of a click, or a screen swipe. I think that's a shame, but when I try to talk to people about it I get called a technophobe, or a Luddite, or an old twat.
RC 9-2-22
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