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Post by shadowreine on Mar 17, 2011 19:51:52 GMT -5
S'tor was about at his wit's end. His latest irritation...which had caused him to flee the Weyr for a quiet place out of it...was this thing the earth humans called 'television'.
On the face of it, it wasn't a bad invention. Harper's Tales in a small box, enjoyed by everyone. Except that the problem was that the harpers here weren't that good. And then there were things like...like...
There were a bunch of earth girls in the common room right now watching a show the sole purpose of which was some Holder guy choosing a wife. What made that into fun? Well, maybe it could have been fun, had he given them practical tasks to do...not fun for him, but understandable for a woman to watch. Say, make them all prepare a good evenmeal. (Cooking shows he understood. Mostly). But no, it was all about shallow looks and stuff.
And then there were shows entirely about the hideous self-pulling carriages they got around in. And then...
Yeah.
S'tor did not like most television. And what he did like nobody else seemed to want to watch...
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