About The Channel Surfer

I’m a critic at heart. I have an opinion about almost everything. But I don’t work in network television. I probably never will.

I’m highly critical, but fairly non-discriminating with regards to what I watch. That’s not to say I watch anything. [Honestly, if it looks like crap, I won't bother. And if it involves travel to outer space or a hospital, again, I probably won't watch. I make an exception for only one.] Rest assured, though, if it looks like a train wreck, I will be front and center watching that show. Sometimes the train wreck makes the best television. So, in the spirit of, “those who can do, those who can’t, teach,” I say this: “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, write about it.” And The Channel Surfer was born.

For a few months, I kept another blog about television, but mostly just giving a play by play of the shows I was watching. Okay, and some commentary. But mostly doing the sportscaster thing. I dig that, but it’s tough, especially for the hour-long dramas.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. If not, nobody says you have to read it. If you wanted to know more about me, keep reading. If not, I understand.

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About Me

I’m twenty-something and I live in the South, although I seem to be always looking for a reason to leave. For eight hours a day, I work. I fill the other 16 hours of my day with fascinating activities that include sleeping, exercising, reading (books, magazines, blogs, whatever), watching cooking shows, drinking wine, hanging out and watching football (or ultimate fighting) with my pseudo-boyfriend and watching television. I’ve been known to take up random hobbies, including soap making, cake decorating, knitting, decoupage and collaging (if that is a word).

I heart sunny summer days, irony, laying by the pool, wine, lazy days, a good magazine, chocolate chip cookies, the House Blend at Starbucks (black, unadulterated), my iBook, doberman pinschers, MAC zoom lash mascara and cranberry bagels at Einstein Brothers. I have blue, green or brown eyes, depending on my mood (or the boxes inmy medicine cabinet).

I do not heart ambiguity, frizzy hair days, bloaty days, lonely Fridays nights and realizing I am out of potato chips.