Television is Dead to Me
*Prologue*
Oh my goodness, I love Easter vacation! If for no other reason than I get a break from 900 students... so that I can get on a sold out flight with screaming toddlers. At least it is not snowing or raining in sunny Florida. I am well on my way to being tan and relaxed.
I have yet to finish my stay in Denial Land. It's actually getting quite cozy and I'm strangely pleased to be there. I'm considering dual citizenship at this point. That being said, has anyone watched past episodes yet? I was working out and watching ADITL a few days ago. It felt different. The talk about New Caprica was quite poignant with an added dash of sad. I'm curious if others get that and if, when reviewing the series, it'll all be like that. Hmmm...
*TV is Dead*
It’s a shame really. I used to love television. It was entertaining. An escape to wash away whatever ills the day brought. Will Jessica uncover the murderer before the allotted time? Which friend of the Harts will die, or better yet, kill? Can Magnum pull another one over on Higgins? Who is the "left-handed boy"?
Then Ron Moore came along and ruined television for me. He brought thought-provoking issues combined with incredible writing. He gathered a “how can you be that talented” cast. Seriously. If I had that much talent in my pinky. For anything. Oh, and he just gives us the most epic love story ever. I thought Jonathan and Jennifer were the epitome. Not necessarily deep but it was the early eighties. And with the epic love, he also ruined my love life. How will anything measure up to that?! Curse RDM and his quality works!
Now, television is dead to me.
I announced this whilst having dinner with the parental units and aunt last Friday. Mind you I was at dinner because I didn’t have anything to do on Friday night. It wasn’t like there was anything to watch. I’m having to change my routine. I don’t like change. And I'm having dinner with my parents. On Friday night. My aunt and mother were talking about this show and that show and “Oh my god, did you see that?” I couldn’t help it. The words just flew out of my mouth. “Television is dead to me.” Conversation stopped.
My aunt was dumbfounded. “What?” Mom rolled her eyes because she knew where this was going. I don’t say much about my obsessions, but I have whined quite a bit over the last couple of weeks. I said, “Look, Battlestar Galactica ended a couple of weeks ago. It spoiled me. It was that good.”
The aunt replied, “Battle what?”
Guh!
“Are you serious?” I asked.
She tried to get hip to the pain. “Was that the one with Scott Bakula?”
I sighed. “No. That was Star Trek: Enterprise. This isn’t Star Trek.”
She nodded. “Oh. Oh. It’s that one with the lady.”
I perked up. I assumed everyone is Mary McDonnell fangirl. Silly me. “Yes. That’s it. She’s the president. And she…”
She interrupts. “Yeah, she was commanding that one ship.”
Deep sigh. “No. That was Voyager. Battlestar is NOT anything like Star Trek. At all. It’s West Wing in space. But even better."
She blinked a couple of times and turned to my mom, “So yeah, I didn’t see Dancing With the Stars.”
*Coda*
On another note, I rocked the Brackets this time around. I usually suck it up 61! ways to Sunday, but this year I went with instinct. I rolled with the big boys and wound up on top. Well, I tied for first. Okay, technically, I lost 40 points because I skipped one line. It was obvious who I was picking because I wrote it down in the following round but something about “rules”. Whatever. I ended up third out of 80. I keep telling the boys I have the deep satisfaction of knowing I kicked their butts. The response -- At least we filled out the whole thing. Asses.
Oh my goodness, I love Easter vacation! If for no other reason than I get a break from 900 students... so that I can get on a sold out flight with screaming toddlers. At least it is not snowing or raining in sunny Florida. I am well on my way to being tan and relaxed.
I have yet to finish my stay in Denial Land. It's actually getting quite cozy and I'm strangely pleased to be there. I'm considering dual citizenship at this point. That being said, has anyone watched past episodes yet? I was working out and watching ADITL a few days ago. It felt different. The talk about New Caprica was quite poignant with an added dash of sad. I'm curious if others get that and if, when reviewing the series, it'll all be like that. Hmmm...
*TV is Dead*
It’s a shame really. I used to love television. It was entertaining. An escape to wash away whatever ills the day brought. Will Jessica uncover the murderer before the allotted time? Which friend of the Harts will die, or better yet, kill? Can Magnum pull another one over on Higgins? Who is the "left-handed boy"?
Then Ron Moore came along and ruined television for me. He brought thought-provoking issues combined with incredible writing. He gathered a “how can you be that talented” cast. Seriously. If I had that much talent in my pinky. For anything. Oh, and he just gives us the most epic love story ever. I thought Jonathan and Jennifer were the epitome. Not necessarily deep but it was the early eighties. And with the epic love, he also ruined my love life. How will anything measure up to that?! Curse RDM and his quality works!
Now, television is dead to me.
I announced this whilst having dinner with the parental units and aunt last Friday. Mind you I was at dinner because I didn’t have anything to do on Friday night. It wasn’t like there was anything to watch. I’m having to change my routine. I don’t like change. And I'm having dinner with my parents. On Friday night. My aunt and mother were talking about this show and that show and “Oh my god, did you see that?” I couldn’t help it. The words just flew out of my mouth. “Television is dead to me.” Conversation stopped.
My aunt was dumbfounded. “What?” Mom rolled her eyes because she knew where this was going. I don’t say much about my obsessions, but I have whined quite a bit over the last couple of weeks. I said, “Look, Battlestar Galactica ended a couple of weeks ago. It spoiled me. It was that good.”
The aunt replied, “Battle what?”
Guh!
“Are you serious?” I asked.
She tried to get hip to the pain. “Was that the one with Scott Bakula?”
I sighed. “No. That was Star Trek: Enterprise. This isn’t Star Trek.”
She nodded. “Oh. Oh. It’s that one with the lady.”
I perked up. I assumed everyone is Mary McDonnell fangirl. Silly me. “Yes. That’s it. She’s the president. And she…”
She interrupts. “Yeah, she was commanding that one ship.”
Deep sigh. “No. That was Voyager. Battlestar is NOT anything like Star Trek. At all. It’s West Wing in space. But even better."
She blinked a couple of times and turned to my mom, “So yeah, I didn’t see Dancing With the Stars.”
*Coda*
On another note, I rocked the Brackets this time around. I usually suck it up 61! ways to Sunday, but this year I went with instinct. I rolled with the big boys and wound up on top. Well, I tied for first. Okay, technically, I lost 40 points because I skipped one line. It was obvious who I was picking because I wrote it down in the following round but something about “rules”. Whatever. I ended up third out of 80. I keep telling the boys I have the deep satisfaction of knowing I kicked their butts. The response -- At least we filled out the whole thing. Asses.