Murder, She Wrote, Season 9, is now available on DVD.
The television situation at my house is an embarrassment of riches. I received not one, but two, government-issued vouchers for discounted digital converter boxes. When I want to watch The Simpsons on Q13, I point my rabbit ears straight up. When I want to watch Seinfeld on UPN 11, I point one south and one north, and my wife and I sit up in the couch to achieve a better signal (seriously). And when I want to watch Murder, She Wrote, I just have to pop in one of the 22 episodes of season 9 that I have on DVD.
I'm spoiled, I know.
And thanks to our troubled signal in the latest space we've rested the tube, PBS, FOX, and the occasional UPN is about all we can get (aside from rolling infomercials, and religious programming). As I'm sure you're aware, today is Feb. 17, better known as Y2K of the television industry, long-planned to be the universal, mandated switch to digital television. But, much like Y2K, it's a bust. Coupons ran out (you can have my extra, if you like), and congress feared for the millions of senior citizens with older televisions who would be cut off from their (argued) only access to news and entertainment. Now, the government is going to spend tens of millions more on advertising and coupons for the switch, now slated for June 12. Enter Jessica Fletcher.
With Season 9 of nosy author's series appropriately hitting shelves today, I think this is the chance to make lemons out of lemonade, as grandmas across the country would say. Let's be honest, this thing is not going to be a huge seller. Sure, it can be comforting, and you can get drunk by drinking every time the local sheriff addresses Angela Lansbury as "Mrs. F," but I don't see a rush to Best Buy for this one. So, why not give every senior citizen a copy of season 9, and give the rest of us digital television? They get the quality program they're coveting, and we get the crystal-clear picture nobody should reasonably expect from a pair of rabbit ears.
Nobody gets killed. Nobody's without a companion. It's almost too simple.