While newspapers columns spread ink remembering a mean little television man passed away, the television made by the live continues to offer shining examples of the shit housing there. Says Michele Santoro on his program’s site that “a few days before the start television continues to not inform the public about Annozero opening date. Thus I’m asking you to send the ads we have prepared and that aren’t broadcasted by the network to all of your friends and contacts on the Internet “.
Well, actually if you leave out the evidently superior sharpness of the drawings (”as meant to be by the authors”, one says in these occasions) there isn’t much of new after all. Whatever it is, the most yellow America’s family updated its transmissions to the oddities of technology evolution, and on the past Sunday Fox aired the first high-definition episode (in 720p) provided with a complete rewrite of the notorious opening sequence of the show.
The worldwide recession is getting worse, wasting economies and laying off employees that will find themselves with no salary hence without money to spend in home entertainment. In such a scenario what was a balance leaning between hope and pessimism turns in a sword of Damocles dangerously close to deadly hit Sony’s Blu-ray, that maybe will get through this Christmas but could not be able to see the dawn of the next one.
Seasoned by the usually out of line comments by Brokep, The Pirate Bay block currently affecting half of Italy has aroused a partially off-topic controversy on the state of things about freedom of expression in the country, the lasting presence of a despotic creeping regime and the obscure interlacements between the magistracy and the multimedia industry lobbies. I think that some clarifications on the matter, for the Italians as like as for the international public, are perhaps needed.
I’m an atheistic, and I don’t complain. I feel disgust for the TV, and I don’t complain. The problem is that in the Italy of 2008 there are so many watching TV yet, and in my life I’ve never been able to have a decent talk with someone mantled of his own faith in some sort of religion or preternatural deity without the feeling of beein ragged or, worse, treated like a pariah by which feels like an holder of a superior truth.