Free at Last
In the past week, I haven't been online for any purpose other than to post in the TAR Previous Seasons threads at TWoP (how much do I love you, GSN, and how much do I still hate you, Flo?), so I missed the unofficial confirmation of the big Alias news, although I've been taking it as a forgone conclusion for the past few weeks. So right after I caught up on the flist, I picked up my TiVo remote and erased all my archived episodes of the show and deleted it from my season pass list. What was weird was that it wasn't painful at all. I didn't even think twice about it, which obviously was indicative of the level of apathy I had towards the show, even before the casting spoilers came out. If someone had told me back in Season 2 that I'd feel this way about freaking Alias one day, I would have never believed it. Since this makes two JJ shows I've been completely obsessed with only to lose all interest before the beginning of the last season, I'm just not even going to bother with Lost next season. Plus, this article sums up why I'm already at the "losing interest" stage with that show. Anyway, I don't really care about the reasons behind the decision, be they business, personal, creative, whatever. All I know is that I'm out -- and quite happily so. Now I can watch Everybody Hates Chris without feeling at all guilty about it.
Plus, I need all those extra fandom hours to obsess over Veronica Mars anyway. And with the Family edition of TAR 8 coming up, you'd better believe I'll be spending every available moment with my fellow TWoPpers snarking on annoying children. 'Cause I have no shame, and I'm mean like that.
In other TV news, now that there's actual dancing involved (hey, imagine that!), I am hooked on So You Think You Can Dance like I'm an Iowa housewife and it's crystal meth. Dude. That show kicked ASS last week! So, so, so, so good. Wednesday nights are currently killer for me, because every week I struggle with whether to watch (live) the TAR or VM reruns (even though I've seen them both already). But now, I will totally forsake them both for SYTYCD. It reminds me of the halcyon days of the first season of American Idol when that show still seemed exciting and fresh and you just had to watch it every week. Except, unlike even the first season of AI, I think that everyone on SYTYCD actually has talent, so it's even better. Awesome. Love it.
Anyway, before I wrap this up, I just want to say thanks again to all of you who left such kind comments to my last post about my dad's death. That was such a comfort to me. I can't really say things are getting back to normal, since my mom, my brother and I are having to adjust to a new kind of "normal," but we are doing okay. We're still experiencing that weird feeling of expecting him to just come home at any moment, like he's just been away on a trip, so it's going to take some time to really get used to the idea that he's gone. But I suppose it will happen -- eventually. In the meantime, life goes on, which is the way he would want it. And for me, that means the snark will go on in my journal. So beware. *g*
Plus, I need all those extra fandom hours to obsess over Veronica Mars anyway. And with the Family edition of TAR 8 coming up, you'd better believe I'll be spending every available moment with my fellow TWoPpers snarking on annoying children. 'Cause I have no shame, and I'm mean like that.
In other TV news, now that there's actual dancing involved (hey, imagine that!), I am hooked on So You Think You Can Dance like I'm an Iowa housewife and it's crystal meth. Dude. That show kicked ASS last week! So, so, so, so good. Wednesday nights are currently killer for me, because every week I struggle with whether to watch (live) the TAR or VM reruns (even though I've seen them both already). But now, I will totally forsake them both for SYTYCD. It reminds me of the halcyon days of the first season of American Idol when that show still seemed exciting and fresh and you just had to watch it every week. Except, unlike even the first season of AI, I think that everyone on SYTYCD actually has talent, so it's even better. Awesome. Love it.
Anyway, before I wrap this up, I just want to say thanks again to all of you who left such kind comments to my last post about my dad's death. That was such a comfort to me. I can't really say things are getting back to normal, since my mom, my brother and I are having to adjust to a new kind of "normal," but we are doing okay. We're still experiencing that weird feeling of expecting him to just come home at any moment, like he's just been away on a trip, so it's going to take some time to really get used to the idea that he's gone. But I suppose it will happen -- eventually. In the meantime, life goes on, which is the way he would want it. And for me, that means the snark will go on in my journal. So beware. *g*