I get a lot of funny looks when I admit I'm not following The Walking Dead, True Blood, American Horror Story, Warehouse 13 or any of the other popular shows on tv. In fact, I get weirder looks when I mention that all I watch is Burn Notice.
Now, from what I've seen of the above shows, they are probably all worthy of my time. It's just that the sad truth is that I have a problem with commitment to television shows.
I quit watching tv around the time I hit 15. Blame it on disinterest, short attention span, or what-have-you, but one day I decided I was done and that was it. From time to time, I'd find a show I liked well enough to watch it on a loyal basis and that was the only thing I watched. I once lived in a place for over two years without ever unpacking my tv.
My ability to commit to a television show works like this: I only follow one show at a time. I'm the type who will find a series years after the fact and watch the whole thing. I like for the entire series to be done before I start if it's something I think I'll be hooked on. In fact, I'm the same way about books. I don't like to start reading if I'm not going to be able to finish it. When in high school, I never obeyed the teacher's edicts to only read to a certain page. Nope. I'd have read the book 20 times by the time the rest of the class was done.
Short list of shows I actually committed to:
- Quantum Leap
- Highlander
- Star Trek: Enterprise
- Burn Notice
What's that, you say? Is that it?
Yes. Because I only listed shows that I followed while they were airing on television in their first runs.
Shows I viewed most or all of after the fact on video or DVD:
- Star Trek
- Star Trek: TNG
- Star Trek: DS9
- The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.
- Hercules
- Legend of the Seeker
As you can see, I've missed out on quite a few worthy series. No Firefly, Stargate, etc. No Walking Dead. I'm sure I'll get around to them eventually, but right now my loyalty lays with Burn Notice. 13 more episodes under contract and then I'll have to find something else to watch.
I'm not a television snob and I'm not one of those who insists that television is bad for you. That would be lame. It just doesn't do much for me. Once in a while, something catches my attention and earns my loyalty.
I think The Walking Dead would have had me if it wasn't for my prior commitment to Burn Notice. It will get its chance eventually.
I shall leave you with this: for what I miss on tv, I make up for in movie viewing.
Ok, not really, I found this on Pinterest! But I did finally get a comment from him on Twitter this evening! Happy 2012, it's all worth it now! *geekface*
I'm not going to make any silly resolutions. I've found that resolutions are just created to make you feel like a failure. It's all a conspiracy.
That said, I hope things go well and I manage to keep up on the blogging once spring hits. That's the thing about seasonal work...
If I were to make resolutions, they'd be more like wishes on the planet's big rotating birthday cake.
Resolutions like:
* I will attend Portland Comicon and get photos with Bruce Campbell, have drinks with friends and even stay out of trouble!
* I will attend Crypticon Seattle.
* I will attend Emerald City Comicon and meet Wil Wheaton and Patrick Stewart.
* I will sell some photography work and possibly get some photo jobs.
* I will hatch many cute, fuzzy ducklings. (ok, this one I can do)
* I will manage to attend more screenings of Grindhouse Theater at The Grand Cinema.
* I will win the lottery, buy the 22 acres across the road and build a castle with a moat. Then our current house can be turned into the most luxurious duck house in the world! Ok, just kidding about the last part. But I would build the Army of Duckness a much bigger, better home so I can get them more friends!
* To add to the lottery bit, I'd get my own vacation house on a clean, clear lake that's good for swimming and fishing. I'd take the ducks on vacation with us. The Army of Duckness could never be left with a duck sitter.
Garish enough for you?
More realistic:
* I'd miraculously overcome my sugar and caffeine addictions.
* Which would give way to a miraculous weight loss, which would still leave me less skinny than Gabrielle Anwar. Which is a good thing, because if I get below a size 10, my ribs stick out.
* Farming would become a more lucrative job than stock broker. (ok, I'm getting outlandish again)
So, ya'll have a great New Year! Be safe and try not to make fun of your drunk friends too much. Oh, and keep those videos of the New Year's party off youtube. Bad karma there.
Maybe it's because there's no Burn Notice for a while, but I've been itching for some Brucey Goodness!
I give you: The Many Faces of Sam Axe!
Merry Christmas everyone! If you don't celebrate, well, a happy day off to you as well! :)
I got the duckie pajamas I wanted. Had some wine amongst family. Life is good!
Hope your day was as pleasant as mine!
So... I've shared a few weird family traditions. Even a story of holiday disappointment. This one's... a little different.
My mom always had this weird joke where she would hide the most desired gift of all in the dryer... or in the garage if it was large. I got used to this tradition, waiting until I had gone through everything else, then rushing out to see what was in the dryer. Or sometimes the washer if mom was feeling like playing with my head a little bit.
This one particular holiday, I must have been 15 and all I wanted was a pair of Doc Martens. I basically knew I was getting them since mom had dragged me to Nordstrom to try on a few pairs (because back in the day, they were all euro-sizing and didn't have the US sizes on them). Judging by the way I was grilled and grilled and grilled about which pair I wanted and even sent out of the store for something (hey, go over to the record store!), I could even narrow it down to which ones I was getting. No surprise, but I was still anticipating being able to wear those boots for the first time.
So, all gifts under the tree open. Stockings searched. Now where are my boots? Out to the dryer. And there, in all it's splendid glory: a load of laundry. The washer: empty. The dishwasher: ok, this is getting serious! "Mom, where's the other present?" "You know... the boots?"
Mom insists it's there. We search under the tree, through the discarded wrapping paper, boxes and other shiny holiday debris. No boots. Search closets. All of them. The boots are nowhere.
She's-got-the-receipt. What?
Swears she wrapped them.
Where did they go?
Finally, a resolution. In the dryer. Right where they should have been. Probably hidden in there days ago. Then someone, carelessly, drops a load of wet laundry in to dry.
The wrapping paper and box didn't fare too well. In the end, I got my boots and that's what mattered.
It's Christmas Eve! I should have wrapped this up today, but I blew it by skipping yesterday. So tomorrow you'll get one last hurrah!
