I do not have very many sleeps. I do have very many TVs. Now, ignore the grammatical disgrace of the preceding statements and be excited about what I found on one of my TVs at around four[ish] ante meridiem.
You non-readers can scroll to the bottom region of this post for the sounds and moving illustrations.
There is this show that is the greatest happening to do TV in a very long time called Off the Air. You know it’s hella tasty because it only comes in 11-minute bites at 4:00 in the morning. Let me just go on about it for a minute. Literally, out of who knows nowhere, Off The Air rears its ugly head from under Adult Swim’s, “DVR Theater“. Even the date of the day of its birthing is enchanted. On January 1, 2011, this guy, Dave Hughes (not the Australian), struts into the TV scene packing this way fantastic show on his back. Without the discordance of human talky narration, Off the Air proceeds to spit splices of trippy imagery, animations, internet videos, stock footage, etc. at you for about 11 minutes straight until you want to get yourself drug tested. See what I mean below:
These are my three favorite themes. Watch them with your eyes.
Now get back up there and read that description.