Thursday, July 1, 2010

Friends.


I watched the sitcom "Friends" mostly as reruns.  During its regular run, I was too busy sleeping. Same is true with other popular sitcoms, such as "Everybody Loves Raymond and Seinfeld," which I enjoyed as old episodes. Whenever a new season unfolded for these shows, I would be snoring in front of the TV by the time they'd be on.

Jogging my memory, I used to enjoy "Wonder Years, Days and Nights of Molly Brown, Family Ties, Night Court, Cosby Show, Golden Girls, Murphy Brown, even Married with Children" on their regular seasons. 

What happened after these shows folded up?  I simply didn't like the new, now-cancelled shows.

But then I started to wake up from my prime time nap (eight pm) at around eleven in the evening, and those times were the start of sitcom reruns.

Of course, I stayed awake for the six p.m. early evening news edition, and "Jeopardy" (7:30 p.m.) because those hours were my dinner time, but as soon as Alex Trebek bades goodbye, I conked out, too.

If I had to work the following morning, I'd try to go back to sleep at one a.m.  But the sleep apnea(sleep disorder)  episode sometimes kicked in at 2 a.m, and before I knew it, it was 6:30 a.m. and time to go to work.

At eleven p.m., I would turn on the TV and put it at its lowest volume or even mute, and begin to enjoy old movies, sitcom reruns, even foreign films with English dubbing,

Now in Manila, I still can't figure out the cable channels.  I mostly tune in to newscasts, HBO and Cinemax.

Back in Toronto, I'd also stay logged on to the Internet in the wee hours of the morning, reading news back home (P.I.) and interesting blogs.

These days, I'm only tuned in to my own blog and another blog which I haven't abandoned yet.

I miss reading Rush Limbaugh (right wing, why not?), Toronto Star (liberal) New York Times (liberal), Washington Post and Times, even the Baltimore Sun, and the countless, interesting political blogs.

Staying in Manila somehow has limited my on-line hours, and my movie time.  

Sleeping hours changed, too, mall visits fluctuated, eating became enforced, exercise and dancing became nil, even non existent.

It's a life of a dead man. No complaints.

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