Probably getting close to the time of the year where the winter material is running out as far as being in sync with the actual weather conditions (aside from the inevitable anomalies) Not that my work has much if any connection with current events, since being untethered to reality comes in handy more often than not when dealing with conditions (mental or physical).
Retreating into the opiate of the mass media is an effective method of cocooning one's consciousness, swaddled away from any of the causes or concerns that inundate the awareness of anyone who is paying attention.
I can't honestly find fault in any way with that - buffering my brain by opening up the doorway into imagination via pages of my sketchbook is a reflexive approach to dealing with stress (is not dealing with the issue).
Every once in a while I find myself getting accidentally sucked into the sight of one of those innumerable cooking shows while walking through a room that has the idiot box on. Aside from the nostalgia of old episodes of Julia Child, I rank them up with the brain-numbing, soul-sucking popularity of watching fishing, golfing home improvement et al. It immediately begins the artistic anesthesia by deadening one's desire to initiate any effort.
By that I mean there's one brief chance at tearing oneself away before succumbing to the lull of watching someone else work (as opposed the subtle cinematic alternative of watching someone else's work): my knee-jerk reflex honed over many, many years of media abstinence is to immediately ask myself the question "what could I be doing instead." This means not getting an awful lot of contemporary culture, but it come down to I'd rather be consumed by my own crap than be a consumer of other people's. And then there's the Pavlovian trigger of binging on both episodes and victuals.
Besides, when it comes to wasting time, any decent artist is already a consummate professional at investing incalculable amounts of time + energy into pursuit of their passion. Priorities, priorities.