I’m the Wrong Demographic

I’m mourning the cancellation of two of my favorite shows from this TV season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know—the Black Rhinos are nearly extinct and the human race as a species seems to be eating its young, but if I think about that stuff I’ll never get out of bed.  So I focus on something inconsequential.  Like how My Shows always get cancelled.  I have a history of being the wrong demographic.

Alphas (2011-2012)

Dollhouse (2009-2010)

Men of a Certain Age (2009-2011)

United States of Tara (2009-2011)

Moonlight (2007-2008)

Pushing Daisies (2007-2009)

Joan of Arcadia (2003-2005)

Carnivále (2003-2005)

Firefly (2002-2003)

Millennium (1996-1999)

Beauty and the Beast (1987-1990)

Well, you know… (1966-1969)

I hate when interesting, well-acted, well-scripted shows go belly-up.  I hate when fake dating, fake celebrities and humiliation get all the air time.  Because that audience buys more stuff.  Economics sucks.

Geeks can sometimes make a difference.  Star Trek resurrected nicely.  And Firefly got a feature movie.  But mostly we have to grab these sweet berries before the corporate crows pluck them for good.  Yes, I whine and howl, but I also sorta like holding this end of the spectrum.  It’s my lot in life to be weird.  Shiny.