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Thursday, August 15, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
How I Met "How I Met Your Mother"
So, readers. It has been a long journey from the beginning of this blog until now, and I haven't really been posting recently. But I've been super busy. Some very important events have been happening in my life: I graduated from college, I quit my job, and most importantly I finally found a new show that I love.
Let's start at the beginning. "How I Met Your Mother" has been on the air for a while now, but until recently I had only considered it as decent for a sitcom. In other words: horrible. Yes, I know, all the Whedon alums, the great reviews, the guest stars, blah blah. But the laugh track. I'm sorry, but I have never, ever, in my entire life been able to abide by a show with a laugh track. I can deal with watching "Seinfeld" reruns occasionally, but that's about the most I can take. The laugh track? That's a dealbreaker.
Flash forward to this last year, where before I left for class in the afternoon, I liked to watch "Grey's Anatomy" reruns on Lifetime even though I can watch the whole show commercial free on iTunes or on Netflix. I don't know about you, but there's something better about having those horrible mind-numbing commercial breaks to get me motivated to get ready and go. If I watch something on Netflix, getting sucked into a marathon is too easy, and I like getting chores done during commercial breaks when I watch t.v. during the day. At some point, I started to catch small glimpses of "How I Met Your Mother" because Lifetime began to run it before "Grey's Anatomy". While I was vacuuming, while I was washing the dishes, while I was feeding the cat, I would see a minute here and there when I wandered by the t.v. Then I started watching whole episodes. The one that really got me hooked was in Season 1 where Ted tries to meet his match with a matchmaker, and Lily and Marshall are haunted by the ferocious Cockamouse. As the majestic creature flew into the sunset at the end of the episode, I knew something magical was happening. And then when it turned back around to attack, I made the big jump. I switched over to Apple TV and started Season 1 on Netflix.
It's been a couple weeks since I started the show, and I'm already on Season 5. One of my favorite moments recently was the intro to an episode which has Robin, Marshall, and Ted sitting on the couch with a big box. She begins to scream "What's in the box?!?!" over and over as they look at her blankly. "Ok, so I'm the jerk." Robin laments. Let me just tell you I've spent minutes of my life repeating "Bueller.... Bueller.... Bueller..." with no reaction from my coworkers. Many of them are teenagers, but still. Those moments break my heart. So I felt for Robin when her brilliant "Seven" reference goes unacknowledged. I was on the couch laughing my ass off. And that's what's brilliant about this show. It hits all the quirky stuff I love about myself: love of Baseball above all other sports, uncontrollable love for hockey (players... lets be honest, ladies, amiright?), Marshall and Lily's lovely relationship that goes for 10 years without them getting married while still being awesome, Star Wars, NPH, the list is too long to even keep going. So in the end, all the reasons I should have watched the show before (the Whedon alums, the great reviews, the guest stars) were only the tip of the iceberg. Remind me next time I'm resisting a show only because of its format that I'm being stupid, give me one of those "Should have had a V8" head slaps, then tell me "remember 'How I Met Your Mother'?" That should do it.
And that, readers, is the story of how I met "How I Met Your Mother".
Let's start at the beginning. "How I Met Your Mother" has been on the air for a while now, but until recently I had only considered it as decent for a sitcom. In other words: horrible. Yes, I know, all the Whedon alums, the great reviews, the guest stars, blah blah. But the laugh track. I'm sorry, but I have never, ever, in my entire life been able to abide by a show with a laugh track. I can deal with watching "Seinfeld" reruns occasionally, but that's about the most I can take. The laugh track? That's a dealbreaker.
Flash forward to this last year, where before I left for class in the afternoon, I liked to watch "Grey's Anatomy" reruns on Lifetime even though I can watch the whole show commercial free on iTunes or on Netflix. I don't know about you, but there's something better about having those horrible mind-numbing commercial breaks to get me motivated to get ready and go. If I watch something on Netflix, getting sucked into a marathon is too easy, and I like getting chores done during commercial breaks when I watch t.v. during the day. At some point, I started to catch small glimpses of "How I Met Your Mother" because Lifetime began to run it before "Grey's Anatomy". While I was vacuuming, while I was washing the dishes, while I was feeding the cat, I would see a minute here and there when I wandered by the t.v. Then I started watching whole episodes. The one that really got me hooked was in Season 1 where Ted tries to meet his match with a matchmaker, and Lily and Marshall are haunted by the ferocious Cockamouse. As the majestic creature flew into the sunset at the end of the episode, I knew something magical was happening. And then when it turned back around to attack, I made the big jump. I switched over to Apple TV and started Season 1 on Netflix.
It's been a couple weeks since I started the show, and I'm already on Season 5. One of my favorite moments recently was the intro to an episode which has Robin, Marshall, and Ted sitting on the couch with a big box. She begins to scream "What's in the box?!?!" over and over as they look at her blankly. "Ok, so I'm the jerk." Robin laments. Let me just tell you I've spent minutes of my life repeating "Bueller.... Bueller.... Bueller..." with no reaction from my coworkers. Many of them are teenagers, but still. Those moments break my heart. So I felt for Robin when her brilliant "Seven" reference goes unacknowledged. I was on the couch laughing my ass off. And that's what's brilliant about this show. It hits all the quirky stuff I love about myself: love of Baseball above all other sports, uncontrollable love for hockey (players... lets be honest, ladies, amiright?), Marshall and Lily's lovely relationship that goes for 10 years without them getting married while still being awesome, Star Wars, NPH, the list is too long to even keep going. So in the end, all the reasons I should have watched the show before (the Whedon alums, the great reviews, the guest stars) were only the tip of the iceberg. Remind me next time I'm resisting a show only because of its format that I'm being stupid, give me one of those "Should have had a V8" head slaps, then tell me "remember 'How I Met Your Mother'?" That should do it.
And that, readers, is the story of how I met "How I Met Your Mother".
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Random Childhood Flashback - Zoobilee Zoo
So does anyone else remember this show? I had this moment the other day when I got a tiny flash of this theme song, but I was in Chile with very little internet access so I had to wait until today to look it up.
What are your random childhood tv flashbacks?
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