Victory is mine, victory is mine, great day in the morning, people, victory is mine...
I decided it was time for a West Wing rewatch.
Not that I don't have enough television to watch, with Elementary, Person of Interest, Blue Bloods, Criminal Minds, Revenge, Castle, Bomb Girls, Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural, The Mentalist, Once Upon A Time and NCIS:Los Angeles all on-going, not to mention I still have to catch up on two seasons' worth of NCIS and I'm finally watching Game of Thrones, just finished S1 and starting on S2, and I started watching The Following and need to catch up with that. Plus Foyle's War just started, but that's scarcely worth mentioning since it's only three episodes and it'll be over before it's scarcely begun, and then there's Doctor Who...
And breathe...
Too much TV. Seriously. This is probably why I go to the gym so much, it's the only way I can keep up with all the TV and not feel like I'm spending all my time on the sofa. I just spend it all on the treadmill instead, but at least that way I can lose weight, get fit and keep up with all my shows!
But oh, The West Wing. I will never feel bad for spending time with this show, with this cast. It's flawless, all of it, from start to finish. I love Josh and Toby and CJ and Donna and Sam and Leo and President Bartlet and Charlie and Mrs Landingham, and oh, everyone. All of it.
And even when it ages, it's still perfect. I mean, how old is this show now? The first series was, what, 1999? And it shows, especially in the outfits, and Bradley Whitford's darling baby face (so young!) but it's still perfect and sharp and clever and perfect and funny, and did I mention perfect?
Not that I don't have enough television to watch, with Elementary, Person of Interest, Blue Bloods, Criminal Minds, Revenge, Castle, Bomb Girls, Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural, The Mentalist, Once Upon A Time and NCIS:Los Angeles all on-going, not to mention I still have to catch up on two seasons' worth of NCIS and I'm finally watching Game of Thrones, just finished S1 and starting on S2, and I started watching The Following and need to catch up with that. Plus Foyle's War just started, but that's scarcely worth mentioning since it's only three episodes and it'll be over before it's scarcely begun, and then there's Doctor Who...
And breathe...
Too much TV. Seriously. This is probably why I go to the gym so much, it's the only way I can keep up with all the TV and not feel like I'm spending all my time on the sofa. I just spend it all on the treadmill instead, but at least that way I can lose weight, get fit and keep up with all my shows!
But oh, The West Wing. I will never feel bad for spending time with this show, with this cast. It's flawless, all of it, from start to finish. I love Josh and Toby and CJ and Donna and Sam and Leo and President Bartlet and Charlie and Mrs Landingham, and oh, everyone. All of it.
And even when it ages, it's still perfect. I mean, how old is this show now? The first series was, what, 1999? And it shows, especially in the outfits, and Bradley Whitford's darling baby face (so young!) but it's still perfect and sharp and clever and perfect and funny, and did I mention perfect?