Dear Channel 7,
I Jess, of EssentiallyJess.com, am writing to you in regards to a specific message I wish to communicate. I hope that you are reading this clearly, and concisely and understand the deep level of despair and frustration that has pushed me to this point.
I am over it.
Completely, well and truly, one hundred percent over it.
Seriously what’s going on? I have no media experience at all (apart from the very small opportunity of this website, and my foray into the world of You Tube), but even I know, that it actually is not a hard thing to start a series on a particular night, and then continue that series right up until it’s finished.
On the same night.
I also know, that if you would like people to watch said series, it would do you well to advertise it. Unlike the fiasco that occurred late last year, when you randomly decided to start stream Grey’s Anatomy so that us Aussies would keep up with the states. A fact I did appreciate, until you stopped airing it. But more on that soon.
Remember how, back in the day, you would let us know months before hand, that our favourite programs would be returning? The comercials would come on so frequently, and for so long, it would almost make you tear your hair out, wondering when it would return. And each and every single ad made me stop and take notice to see if this one would be the one that gave me the date.
And then, when it did, when the preview changed ever so slightly, and the magical day and time was announced, it was like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. The final revelation was complete and utter joy.
Channel 7, you have robbed me of this joy.
Your shows are given no forewarning at all. The very fact that I have seen latest episodes of How I Met Your Mother, and Private Practice, is because I just happened to turn the TV over at the right time. And yes, turn it over. From Channel 9. Because even if they do put reruns of The Big Bang Theory on every night, at least I know what to expect.
I don’t understand your thinking. How can it possibly be to your advantage, or your advertisers, to stop a show half way through the season, and then not put it back on again. You have not aired the next episode of Grey’s Anatomy for FOUR MONTHS!!!! How can your audience even be expected to remember that it finished on a cliff hanger, and we have no idea if Bailey will ever get married?
And then there is Bones. What’s with that? Changing nights and then putting on old episodes, then none at all, and finally, the real nail in the coffin, advertising a movie length special that never appears!!! Do you really think this is going to make me just watch whatever you put on instead? No!!! In fact I refuse to watch any new shoes on your channel now, because I’m fairly certain as soon as I’m hooked, you’re going to start mucking me around again.
And if your plan is to get me watching them on your website, even that’s failing dismally, since half the programs I want, aren’t even on there.
Seriously, what’s with that?
Do you own the rights or not?
Finally, there is this magical thing, you may have heard of. It’s a clock.
If you say a program will start at 830, it needs to start at 830. Not 840, 843 or 901. 830. If you want to start it at 843, advertise it. Because on the off chance that I can’t watch it that night, and I want to record it later, I can’t. Not without missing either the end or the beginning, because you can’t read the time.
It’s a joke.
When it comes down to it, there are a few shows I love more than any other, and they are on your station. Unfortunately, because of your refusal to keep your commitment to broadcast them, I can’t watch them. When you advertise a program, in my mind you are entering into a relationship with me the viewer, and making an agreement to let me see what I want, so long as I tune into you.
Well channel 7, you have lost my trust. And so I have no choice but to boycott you and your productions until you can finally get your act together, or the DVDs of the current season are released.
Which I suspect will happen sooner.
Linking my Rant With Some Grace