Living on the couch

is there a job that I could get where someone paid me money to watch TV shows all day. I'm an addict and I confess and acknowledge that. But I'm so happy living on my couch, that I don't want to get up unless it's a walk to the kitchen.
On a good day, there is romance and intrigue, with great looking men and women whose TV lives are so much more interesting that the plan to launch a soap. There is mystery that needs demystifying, men who need to be emotionally rescued and murderers that are cops by day. I'm part of the housewives in Austaria lane, and I know what's up with the doctores at Seattle Grace. Gossip Girl gives me the page 6 update, and I've got all the family - brothers and sisters. I laugh, cry, think, imagine, feel...

So what's the problem?

Well, I love the couch! Its my happy place and I could stay there, never feeling lonely or wanting to meet anyone for days at end. I'm happy in my socially isolated hole, with remotes, the people on screen for company, and my blackberry for when I feel the need to know of the real world and real people. Birthdays, weddings, lunches and dinners could by in real life, I'm doing it all in reel life!

Which brings me to my latest circular wandering thread: technology may be making the world flatter, but just like anything curved when straightened occupies more length, we're now physically separated by a large space of zeros and ones. We know what's going on in our homes and lives - is there a need to chat? We see pictures of everything online immediately - is there a need to meet? We chat online, on bbm, gtalk all the time - is there anything left to say?

we may have exhausted all our thoughts for the day on twitter, but McDreamy and Macallister have a few more episodes to go. They're calling. gtg. Tc