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Nov. 8th, 2009 06:47 pmI have this unicorn.
You see, when I started watching Friday Night Lights with my mom, she offhandedly mentioned how much she loved Kyle Chandler in some show about the forties she and Dad used to watch. My response was something like, "oh, Early Edition? I don't think that was about the forties, Mom", and then, idk, I guess we had to cry about whatever was happening in the episode so we dropped it. Still, the only TV shows I remember my parents ever watching when I was young are Seinfeld, Star Trek: the Next Generation, and that one show about Alaska whose name is escaping me at the moment, and those were all followed pretty spottily because we as a family were above serial fiction and the way it suspends consumers for profit (my Dad was in his full-on, twenty-something, pretentious douchey "hippie" phase), and so, eventually, I looked into it.
YOU GUYS, THIS IS AN ACTUAL SHOW:
I guess perhaps not everyone has grown up as enamored with the 1940s as I have, so maybe you don't quite understand that this silly little theme song has my inner obsessor full-on salivating (although this is perhaps also simply because it is a theme song: I LOVE DORKY THEME SONGS, you guys, and they are so unfortunately untrendy these days). ALL THE FAMILIAR FACES ARE SIMPLY ICING ON THE CAKE. There's also this... clip thing, which is so enjoyable it makes the whole thing worse.
Worse because in the age of amazon, netflix, youtube, hulu, and various other methods of procuring any television episode you want IT DOES NOT EXIST. It has disappeared into the abyss, spawning only this plea to Warner brothers to release a DVD set (IT ALSO HAS DELIGHTFUL CLIPS, THOUGH, YOU GUYS: COACH TAYLOR IS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH AN ADORABLE GIRL! LILY VAN DER WOODSEN IS A BADASS) and a handful of disgruntled internet users, fussing about cancellation and how much money they would spend if such a DVD set did exist. Unfortunately I am now one of these fools. DAMN IT, just the teensy bit I have seen has me deeply in the throes of love. BUT I WILL SEE IT SOMEHOW. I WILL FIND THE DAMN UNICORN.
Ugh, I do not know what to request for Yuletide with Psych eliminated this year. BLERG.
You see, when I started watching Friday Night Lights with my mom, she offhandedly mentioned how much she loved Kyle Chandler in some show about the forties she and Dad used to watch. My response was something like, "oh, Early Edition? I don't think that was about the forties, Mom", and then, idk, I guess we had to cry about whatever was happening in the episode so we dropped it. Still, the only TV shows I remember my parents ever watching when I was young are Seinfeld, Star Trek: the Next Generation, and that one show about Alaska whose name is escaping me at the moment, and those were all followed pretty spottily because we as a family were above serial fiction and the way it suspends consumers for profit (my Dad was in his full-on, twenty-something, pretentious douchey "hippie" phase), and so, eventually, I looked into it.
YOU GUYS, THIS IS AN ACTUAL SHOW:
I guess perhaps not everyone has grown up as enamored with the 1940s as I have, so maybe you don't quite understand that this silly little theme song has my inner obsessor full-on salivating (although this is perhaps also simply because it is a theme song: I LOVE DORKY THEME SONGS, you guys, and they are so unfortunately untrendy these days). ALL THE FAMILIAR FACES ARE SIMPLY ICING ON THE CAKE. There's also this... clip thing, which is so enjoyable it makes the whole thing worse.
Worse because in the age of amazon, netflix, youtube, hulu, and various other methods of procuring any television episode you want IT DOES NOT EXIST. It has disappeared into the abyss, spawning only this plea to Warner brothers to release a DVD set (IT ALSO HAS DELIGHTFUL CLIPS, THOUGH, YOU GUYS: COACH TAYLOR IS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH AN ADORABLE GIRL! LILY VAN DER WOODSEN IS A BADASS) and a handful of disgruntled internet users, fussing about cancellation and how much money they would spend if such a DVD set did exist. Unfortunately I am now one of these fools. DAMN IT, just the teensy bit I have seen has me deeply in the throes of love. BUT I WILL SEE IT SOMEHOW. I WILL FIND THE DAMN UNICORN.
Ugh, I do not know what to request for Yuletide with Psych eliminated this year. BLERG.
