"C.B. Strike."
A little story about a pleasant surprise and what happens when you just decide to watch something without an agenda and no expectations. You know, like a non-pro.
I’m convinced that I don’t have the words to properly convey how weird and funny and low key destabilizing it is to have a career doing one thing and essentially being the go-to person among almost everyone you know about elements in that profession — television criticism — and then a long walk in the woods of illumination and career changing later, not knowing or even wanting to know those things and thus not being that go-to person.
Translation: If you needed to know what to watch on TV from roughly 2000 to 2019, I was your guy.
Then I quit and went into the woods — metaphor — (to write). When I came out two years later, you had watched a lot of TV. I had written a couple of TV shows. You wanted to know what to watch. Me too! So, yeah, not very helpful.
It’s kind of great, actually. But never not weird. Even two and half years later.
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