I'm not a big fan of cartoons but in the morning I would usually watch the Superfriends or Fat Albert, but then it would go downhill from there. In the afternoon my options were American Band Stand, Soul Train, This Old House, or the painter with the Afro. In the early evening there was Solid Gold and it only got worse with the deadly one two punch of Lawrence Welk and Hee Haw. I don't know how anyone can endure Polkas followed by Pickin and Grinnin. At night Buck Rogers, Chips, The Love Boat, and Fantasy Island did not help either. Despite their popularity at the time you have to admit they were lame shows. It would get really bad during a Holiday when on top of the usual Saturday shows there would occasionally be a Peanuts special. I think Charlie Brown is even more depressing than Romanian orphanages, and it seems like it was usually a Saturday night when these would come on TV. Anyway by bedtime if I tried to escape the boring news by turning the channel it would only take me to Dr. Who!
Disclaimer: I never watched Dr. Who for more than a few minutes at a time, but I'd like to compliment them for finally getting a budget. I saw part of a recent episode and they had better special effects and more than 4 cast members. I remember the old episodes special effects and costumes consisted of tin foil, pipe cleaners, Legos, and yarn. They also appeared to have hired the Men at Work singer to be the new Dr. Who.
Anyway, I now realize that I didn't do much on Saturdays and watched way too much TV. Surprisingly my parents never encouraged me to watch TV, it just came to me naturally. It's not just the lame T.V. shows I associate with Saturday, but the entire feeling a Saturday gives off. Despite the parties, sporting events, and other fun activities that are usually scheduled on Saturdays, I still get an uneasy feeling Saturday afternoon and I can't figure out why. It's not the kind of thing I can pinpoint. Maybe it is because it doesn't really fit in with the other days. Sunday is obviously the Sabbath and is a nice change. Monday through Friday are workdays, but Saturday is a mutant and just doesn't belong. I hope people don't read into this and question my mental health or emotional stability. This is just an occasional once a week thing. I am looking for others who may feel the same way. I would like to form a support group, hold a symposium, and eventually work on some legislation to correct this societal malady know as Saturday.