It’s The Content, Stupid.
My apologies for the copyrighted alternative spelling for a time-honored Anglo Saxon (or is it Dutch?) monosyllable. Just don't want the 2nd titles to offend. (Starts with “f”...ends in “ck” and it’s NOT “firetruck.”) Ok, so I never thought of it that way: magazine-content is no limited to the size of the periodical. Interesting. I wonder what the cost-benefit curve is to adding one more sheet to a run. Oh, let's see now, if we had to lose a little of the interview to prevent us adding a sheet...? Ok, that's pretty small potato(e)s compared to Uncle Charlie's regulations of one-hour programming. And certainly cable, being unregulated in this, allows heinous examples of ridiculosity. (TBS movies are just amazing. The last 1/3rd of the movie is uninterrupted commercials.) Originally, time-compression was to get more movie in the slot, now it's to get more commercial-time in the (arbitrary) slot. Odd especially since the “cable” channels are totally willing to run weird end times, unlike the b'cast folks who must end at :00 or die. I'm really a poster child for BTW's excellent points as I channel-surf exclusively now. I never watch more than a minute of anything, I don't watch the shows, I watch the juxtaposition of them. Damn, I wish I had 125 monitors + PVRs, then like a giant Avid, I'd compile a tape of the weird adjacencies. I think it would be fun to try to make up some famous tract in nothing but word by word snippets from the boob-tube. “The Gettysburg Address” comes to mind too easily. Maybe something from Chaucer or the Ilyiad? Something as far from 21st C. boob-tube as you can get. What a project: like the guy with the website that speaks arbitrary text with snippets from popular music.