Me and my telly
TV is not that bad. I came up with this conclusion yesterday afternoon, as i made myself comfortable on the couch and proceeded to doze off with the post-lunch documentaries.
But, alas, i was captured by the screen.

The program was about scientists recovering coral reef somewhere in Bali, using something that looked like cables and tying them around them to create a protected area. The guy was explaining that their next step, once the coral started to grow back strong, was to get the local fishermen and talk them into becoming ocean farmers.

See, apparently fish are instinctively attracted to coral and, instead of capturing them, it would be a great if they could hold them up and raise them, just like farmers do with hens and cows.

The world climate changes are fucking up the planet and these people are acting up, being flexible with the alternatives left for this planet. I loved that idea.

Hours later i watched TV again and saw a skinny girl carrying around a hidden camera and going to all sorts of clinics to lose weight. Some five out of six presumed doctors told her she needed to lose a few stones and one even went as far as suggesting liposuction. Put you money where your mouth is.

It was fun and interesting to watch telly yesterday. I proved you can be entertained without starlets screaming at each other, without involuntarily learning who's given a blow job to whom -sure, it was morbid for a while, but... honestly, enough is enough-, without all that rage and frivolousness hypnotizing the viewer.