If I’m guilty of being a couchpotato nerd vampire, television is the audio, visual & emotional blood-fix I crave every second of every day.
So, I decided to harness my life-long passion and decades of experience to write about TV in a less formal way than all those stuffy sites which can’t say words like bugger, tit-fuckery and ass-witch.
WHAT ELEVATES COUCHPOTATO.BUZZ ABOVE OTHER TV SITES?
Couchpotato.buzz is about television and television only. Okay, I may reference my other love, film, but I don’t report on movies. Ever.
Most importantly, I’m not interested in pointlessly recapping the events of an episode you’ve just watched. I focus on the most interesting aspects of an episode, hopefully providing deep insight surrounding storytelling, structure, mythology, psychology, writing, directing and editing.
So, if you’re a serious TV aficionado, budding writer, director, or editor… hopefully, I can hand down some of my knowledge. Watch and learn!
WHEN DID THIS LOVE OF TV BEGIN?
As a feral child, raised by wolves, I inhabited a world where Uncle Jesse from Hazzard County taught me to make moonshine and where police boxes were bigger on the inside. I survived as a Littlest Hobo, went thru sixteen different flavors of hell with a little help from my friends, would never, ever get on no plane, fool… I Justified seeing Stranger Things but always, always went back for Bobbi’s Unicorn. Oh boy!
As a teenage Desperado, I slayed vampires at Sunnydale High, played House with Al & Peggy Bundy ’til the CHiPs were down, spent Happy Days hitching rides Due South with Perfect Strangers and Mad Men from Eerie, Indiana across the Homeland to Beverly Hills, 90210 to drink Earl Grey hot with my Auntie and Uncle in Bel Air.
I had Hannibal for dinner, killed Laura Palmer, walked with the dead, pushed daisies, and was abducted by mountain lions on a weekly basis.
As a Thirty-Something, I’ve been an E.R. Doctor Who worked in The Office, The Newsroom and Studio 60, crash-landed and been Lost on magical islands, curbed my enthusiasm, walked The Path, worn The Wire, sworn oaths in The West Wing to 24 Presidents. I took an Alias, dreamed of Jeannie, loved Lucy, and became an International Assassin as I pledged Cheers, and got M*A*S*H*ed in Atlanta.
I drifted like Deadwood, fornicated in Cali, rode with SAMCRO, used science (bitch!) when I was Breaking Bad in ABQ, hacked Evil Corp in NYC, watched the money in that banana stand go up in smoke and ate Leftovers as 140 million people departed before my very eyes.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe… but everywhere I go, I’ve always got one eye out for the one-armed man wot murdered my wife.