Like great schools of fish, TV-show themes sweep, turn, and dive together, eventually burning onto the un-greased cookie sheet of public opinion, thus opening the screen to the next phenomenon.
Heading for the pre-heated oven these days?
We’re up to our remotes in psychic detectives/children, paranormal investigators, and people with full-spectrum cameras and EMF detectors spending the wee hours of the morning filming themselves in pitch-black houses and castles while asking things like “Why are you still here? Are you angry?”
Don’t get me wrong. In the same way that someone 100 years ago would never understand how we could have whole orchestras available for our listening pleasure at any time or how we could possibly speak to someone in London from Minneapolis (how could we ever shout that loudly?), there are always new things to discover about our world. Hey – I’m kind of digging the idea that someone could handle the personal item of someone else and offer up verifiable facts; and I’ve seen some pretty interesting cops-working-with-a-psychic television shows where they’ve done just that.
But presented right alongside that we have the man charging auditoriums of people a couple hundred dollars a head and saying things like “I’m sensing someone whose name starts with “M” or possibly “N”. Does someone here have someone who’s passed on whose name started with an “M” or an “N”?”
Talk about your low-hanging fruit.
Hey! I know someone who died whose name started with an “M”! He must be talking to me!
Jump up, quickly!
“Is it Mike?”
“The woman in the 47th row! Yes, I see Mike right behind you. He wants you to know that he’s happy where he is, that everything is all right and that he’ll be seeing you soon!”
“What? Seeing me soon? What?”
But they’re heading to a commercial now; and to go any further into those details would require a personal consultation for which you will pay handsomely.
I’m not saying that there aren’t ghosts. I mean, look at me! How would I know? But having spent 57 minutes of the last hour’s program waiting for the 3-minute “reveal”, which – unbelievably! – turns out to be the recorded hiss and pop that the investigators insist sound either like “I was killed by your lies” or “cheeseburger basket with fries”, I’m going back to TV I can rely on:
Winter mornings and pottery
3 hours ago