On Sunday, at 7:50 p.m. PST, I checked Facebook and saw a status update from my friend, Nancy that read:
She was referring to a central character in the CBS drama, The Good Wife. The writers’ decision to kill off Will Gardner was unexpected. It was a stunning plot twist.
It was especially shocking to me, because I live in the Pacific Standard Time zone. It would be another two hours before Will would meet his demise here on the West Coast.
What was Nancy thinking? How could she spoil this? She was pulling Oprah’s old trick: Revealing a crucial plot detail of every book or movie she featured on her show, thereby spoiling it for the rest of us.
Never mind Will Gardner, I wanted to kill Nancy – for just a second. First, I put my caps lock on and yelled at her.
Then I found it hysterically funny. The truth is, I had my DVR programmed and wouldn’t watch it until the following night, anyway.
I thought of all Nancy’s Facebook friends reading her simple, four-word post. I envisioned dozens of people groaning, yelling and swearing because, either they were in a different time zone, or they thought Will was alive and well on their DVRs.
It became tragically funny the next day, when I realized my DVR failed to record The Good Wife.
Of all weeks. I couldn’t believe it.
I sent a text to Nancy, telling her of my misfortune.
She replied with three words: Well, Will died.
She’s funny, that one.
Sure, television viewing in the PST zone has its benefits. It is fantastic for coverage that airs live: major sporting events, (especially Superbowl Sunday); The Academy Awards; Election Night; and Presidential speeches.
While these events air live in prime time on the East Coast, we don’t even have dinner started here on the West Coast. We can actually stay awake to view these shows in their entirety, and we don’t feel exhausted at work the following morning.
However, it sort of stinks every other day of the year. We might not be the last to know; but we ARE the last to see the show.
AOL was the first problem. Even back when we were still dialing up, logging in meant diverting your eyes away from the headlines on the home screen; for fear of seeing a recap of of your favorite TV show.
I’m guessing with the proliferation of DVRs in combination with Twitter and Facebook, everyone has at some point been a victim of the stink from a spoiled storyline, or results of a reality competition.
Twitter and Facebook buzz about each episode of American Idol, The Voice, The Biggest Loser, The Amazing Race, Survivor, The Bachelor, and DWTS.
Traditional media and social media have made spoilers a way of life.
We don’t even have to wait for Superbowl Sunday for the reveal of the clever commercials. They can be seen all over television and websites the week before the game.
News outlets even took all the surprise out of The Winter Olympics. Truly spoiled sports.
I can deal with this.
It is ABC’s Scandal that I worry about.
It is my guilty pleasure. Maybe an obsession.
Partly because of the fantastic writing, and partly because I just wish I could lounge like Olivia Pope: dressed head-to-toe in cream-colored cashmere, while drinking red wine in a balloon goblet, and never spill a drop.
While it is pure fiction, it probably more accurately portrays the happenings in our Nation’s Capitol, than any news coverage.
However, I can’t stay awake to watch it.
Which by the way, begs the question: Forget Obama, Why can’t President Fitzgerald Grant air at 5:00 p.m. PST?
I DVR Scandal, and then save it for 2 or 3 days, trying to decide when I will sit down and savor the episode.
Each week brings a shocking plot twist, and I could use anti-anxiety meds to get through the episode.
It’s a good thing Nancy doesn’t watch Scandal, because if she “talked” and compromised the security of the contents of my DVR, I would have to call Pope & Associates.
It would be my duty as a good Patriot.
She’d learn about Affordable Healthcare, in the form of free dental work.
Who is really working for whom in that show?
Shhhh….don’t tell me.