Pass the Garlic Butter Please!

When I was growing up, we had 4 television channels to watch -- the ABC, NBC, CBS affiliates and public television. Now, I have something like 600 channels at my beck and call, and the exponentially larger population of things to watch brings some strange choices and odd behaviors into my life.

The latest example of this? The Deadliest Catch on the Discovery Channel. I think my husband is obsessed with it.

If you aren't in the know, it's about real life fisherman who go into the Bering Sea and risk life and limb to bring Alaskan King Crabs to our tables. Apparently, they can make a ton of money doing it, but it's incredibly dangerous work and not for the faint of heart.

When it's on, I don't pay much attention to it. Not really my thing. But my husband watches it all the time, and I think he's hooked. He'll even watch the repeats of episodes he's already seen. And he knows I'm not into it, so when I'm in the room, he doesn't watch it much, but if I leave the room, I can hear the channel changing over and here come the crabs! It's like it's porn or something. Very odd, indeed.

Apparently, it's not just him. I'm hearing that this is one of those shows that has struck an odd chord out there, and lots of people are getting into it. Ratings are up. And now, I'm reading there's even a soundtrack album. What? Sounds of crashing waves, perhaps?

Causes me to rethink ordering Alaskan King Crabs. Perhaps I'll never look at them the same way again.

Or, perhaps not....

Pass the melted garlic butter, please....