Welcome to the second week in January. This is the week where the Council on Keeping Tuffy Unproductive has scheduled a series of events, each more exciting than the last, to keep me pounding the RSS feed like I know the RSS feed likes it until it spits out another morsel of goodness. Here’s what I’ll be totally geeking out about this week:
* The Television Critics Association gets together every year around this time to berate, cajole, and even occasionally praise those who make the idiot box soothing and difficult to disobey. It’s called the TCA Press Tour. I’m not a huge television fan (give me five more years of couch potato training), but some of the best critical journalism comes from television writers. I’m not sure why that is, per se. Perhaps editors are too busy and let something as ‘unimportant’ as television criticism slide. Maybe there’s a standard set by Tom Shales that demands snarkiness. Whatever brings me this bounty, some of the best on-the-spot writing takes places this week.
When they all get together under the influence of free booze and recirculated hotel air in Pasadena, these people (and a few others) bring the noise, the funk, and the cattle prod:
Tim Goodman
Aaron Barnhart
Lisa de Moraes (call me)
Phil Rosenthal
* The Chicago Bears, bless their souls, have decided not to suck this year. They will be playing some time next weekend, depending on the outcome of today’s NFC game. One day next weekend will be lost in a haze of booze and regret. The other day is when the Bears play.
* CES is here! Every gadget-loving capitalist pigdog will be taking notes for 2007’s Christmas list. I will help you plan ahead for my gifts; start setting aside money now.
* Speaking of Buying Me Shit, Macworld arrives and the anticipation for Apple’s new cell phone/home media center/video touchscreen iPod/leper healing device may kill me by Tuesday morning, when all of the new devices will be announced (or not, at the whim of King Steve). I look forward to brand new ways to view my porn collection.