Given that everyone now films absolutely everything and that you could, if you so wished, I imagine, tune into at least sixty seven Periscope streams of lads doing really long pisses, it isn't surprising that the internet's favourite visual dumping ground is home to thousands upon thousands of narrative free snapshots of blokes putzing around with big keyboards in their bedrooms.
With that in mind, it's hard to imagine viewers tuning in for a six-episode arc about a date rape occurring in the privacy of a bedroom between two people who had just been out on a date, and the subsequent he-said-she-said, and maybe there was booze, and did I mention she texted him after, and it took her six months to disclose what happened to the police.
Imagine that: tuning in to Mad Men from the couch and letting your blog subscribers, Facebook friends or Twitter followers instantly know what you're watching, even including a snapshot of the lovely Christina Hendricks, all by using your network-enabled remote controller.
It's difficult to imagine the tune serving as much of a Pied Piper to Pimlico, but you have to admire its peppy, "Up With People" vibe.
The auditory cortex is also active when we imagine a tune: think of the first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony — your cortex is abuzz!
Now, I don't even have to imagine; I just tune in to Diggnation, where two such creatures sit side by side on a sofa, drinking beer, staring at their computers and talking drivel.
Aliens, McCarthy likes to imagine, are quite possibly tuning in to some jingle from the Sixties as we speak.
Yet it's hard to imagine millions of Americans tuning in for the World Series of Fiction.
The music, rich with imagined folk tunes, undulant accompaniment patterns and vibrant choral writing, is delicate, tartly tonal and lucidly orchestrated.
