We’re witnessing a sea change in how people spend their free time. Whereas our parents mostly used to veg out in front of the TV, we’re increasingly involved in production and sharing of art and content. This is the thesis of an interesting article I’m reading:
Quisiéramos creer que nuestra moral viene de nuestra sana capacidad para emitir juicios racionales… pero eso es solo un deseo. Un fascinante experimento revela lo contrario:
You ever wonder why people are paying all over again for new TV sets and monitors? Well, wonder no more, because you’ll be able to see the difference here, clearly:
Do you watch House M.D.? I do. I can’t miss a single episode. I dunno about you, but here are my top five reasons to be whack about House:
No sé si ya se hayan enterado, pero esa gorda fea de Oprah Winfrey lo tiene en la punta de la lengua, y millones de norteamericanos están convencidísimos de que funciona. ¿De qué hablo? Del famoso The secret, best-seller que ahora llegará a tu televisión más cercana.
It’s so sad, so sad, to see the Hoff destroyed by drinking. Let me show you a video of him, a wreck, and his daughter trying to make him get a grip on his life. Somehow I don’t think KITT will be able to get him out of this.
Porque, desde este último martes, se alinean tres planetas: Bones, Nip/Tuck y HOUSE. Sí, señor, el martes de ahora en adelante ha llegado a un nuevo nivel de chepura. Si estás vivo, y no te gusta ninguna de estas series, eres un enfermo acabado.
If only I had thought of that earlier, goddamnit! 
You know what I loved about the earthquake of a few hours ago? That it woke me up and allowed me to get House M.D.’s season premiere. Will it be lupus this time? Off to watch House, folks!
No, neither nudity nor sexual acts. News porn. What gets people off when they see news is scandal and exaggeration.
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