Funny, you don’t look fluish.
It’s Sunday night and I’m back in my sister’s Arctic basement watching the We’re-All-Going-To-Die Channel, also known as the Science Channel, and I must say that I feel a whole lot better about, well, everything.
“Pandemic: Bird Flu” is the kind of disaster programming that allows you to enjoy your mortality, from a distance. The show’s disclaimer warns that it’s based on “actual events” that have been dramatized — and, correct me if I’m wrong, but that haven’t actually happened yet. The program’s disclaimer confused yet fascinated me. It seemed to indicate that the program’s producers are working within a TV industry-only space/time continuum.
They are using the fabric of space itself to increase ratings and audience share of a soon-to-be-dead demographic and they avoid dealing with the writers strike because it has already been resolved in their dimension! Genius!
Very clever indeed.
Also, scaring me with a horrible pandemic for the sake of ratings makes me feel warm and safe, like nothing at all has changed. Or has it?
