June 21, 2011
Like Warren Oates on The Outer Limits, I’ve been having a bit of a problem with my eyes lately.
My prognosis is better than Warren’s turned out to be. However, my recreational viewing came to an abrupt halt about three weeks ago, and that hiatus will probably continue for a while longer.
I hate blogger sob stories, but I want to offer this as a partial explanation as to why a particular type of piece I often undertake – the kind of bread-and-butter criticism whereby I watch some TV series or episode for the first time and offer some reactions to it – has been missing in action lately. It occurred to me that some regulars here might notice that I’m not actually writing much about old television at the moment and suspect mission drift or television fatigue. Alas, the actual reason is more prosaic. I’ll still be publishing aplenty, but I’m not happy about the balance of content at the moment, and that will probably remain a bit out of whack for another couple of months or so.
And, er, if you’ve sent me a review copy of something, it’ll take even longer than it usually does for me to get to it. As Warren Oates might have said, “Sorry.”
Carry on with your watching.