My OperaNeedless to say...
Wednesday, October 19, 2005 6:59:08 PM
Okay, yeah, I have my vices:
Coca-Cola
near-weekly cocktails
social addiction to people
insatiable appetite for most-excellent music
and...
T.V.
Yes, T.V.
I know it's so uncool and shameful to like T.V., but I do. In the past few years Television has exploded into something that satisfies a spectrum of needs inside me, ranging from controversial insights to political retaliation to intelligent drama to intelligent comedy to just plain, mindless entertainment. This wasn't always the case, but I do believe I've always had a soft-spot for T.V. since a huge portion of my creativity was generated from the characters with whom I grew up; I mean, hello:
BIG ALICE & GRUMPY!
How amazing was it for me to be running from and/or befriending dinosaurs in my own back yard?!! My god, the Sleestacks!
Need I say more...
Hello! She was SO much more exciting to me than Wonder Woman. The Bionic Woman was someone who was just an average gal who was thrown into extraordinary circumstances and I could relate far more to that, I guess. Wonder Woman had a huge race of people to support her, had an arsenal of outlandish tools to use to enhance her, but Bionic Woman,... what'd she have? Just a good set of legs, one good arm, and one good ear. They were REALLY good, but that's all she had. AND she was pretty, but just average pretty. I remember jumping off of Monkey Bars on the playground, all the while hearing that slow-motion sound and moving as slowly as I could from a squat position, then powerfully up into a leaping position,... all to simulate a Bionic jump, of course, plummeting to the ground shortly after. But still... for a second, I could fly. You know, to this day, I am still mesmerized by Lindsay Wagner. If I had the money, I'd buy a Sleep-Number bed, dammit!
And yes, Bewitched was for me; not I Dream of Jeannie. Samantha Stephens (Elizabeth Montgomery) was an extraordinary person trying her best to accommodate a less-than-extraordinary world. I related to this not so much because of the skew between how different I felt vs how everything else seemed SAME, but that she LOVED THAT WORLD of SAMENESS. She didn't find her extraordinary powers to be an excuse for her not living like everyone else. Because of her sense of the extraordinary, her appreciation of the mundane was keen. This was beautiful to me and I grew up with this sense of awe in the simplest of things, as well as discovering that EVERYONE is extraordinary; it's not an exclusive reality.
Okay, so the point of this post was to say... needless to say,... my modern Bionic Woman, Bewitched, I guess, is Sydney Bristow (ALIAS) these days:
So,... needless to say,... THIS is not good news.
As much as I love T.V., as soon as I love a show or character, they yank it from the airwaves.
Fuckers.
Coca-Cola
near-weekly cocktails
social addiction to people
insatiable appetite for most-excellent music
and...
T.V.
Yes, T.V.
I know it's so uncool and shameful to like T.V., but I do. In the past few years Television has exploded into something that satisfies a spectrum of needs inside me, ranging from controversial insights to political retaliation to intelligent drama to intelligent comedy to just plain, mindless entertainment. This wasn't always the case, but I do believe I've always had a soft-spot for T.V. since a huge portion of my creativity was generated from the characters with whom I grew up; I mean, hello:
BIG ALICE & GRUMPY!How amazing was it for me to be running from and/or befriending dinosaurs in my own back yard?!! My god, the Sleestacks!
Need I say more...
Hello! She was SO much more exciting to me than Wonder Woman. The Bionic Woman was someone who was just an average gal who was thrown into extraordinary circumstances and I could relate far more to that, I guess. Wonder Woman had a huge race of people to support her, had an arsenal of outlandish tools to use to enhance her, but Bionic Woman,... what'd she have? Just a good set of legs, one good arm, and one good ear. They were REALLY good, but that's all she had. AND she was pretty, but just average pretty. I remember jumping off of Monkey Bars on the playground, all the while hearing that slow-motion sound and moving as slowly as I could from a squat position, then powerfully up into a leaping position,... all to simulate a Bionic jump, of course, plummeting to the ground shortly after. But still... for a second, I could fly. You know, to this day, I am still mesmerized by Lindsay Wagner. If I had the money, I'd buy a Sleep-Number bed, dammit!
And yes, Bewitched was for me; not I Dream of Jeannie. Samantha Stephens (Elizabeth Montgomery) was an extraordinary person trying her best to accommodate a less-than-extraordinary world. I related to this not so much because of the skew between how different I felt vs how everything else seemed SAME, but that she LOVED THAT WORLD of SAMENESS. She didn't find her extraordinary powers to be an excuse for her not living like everyone else. Because of her sense of the extraordinary, her appreciation of the mundane was keen. This was beautiful to me and I grew up with this sense of awe in the simplest of things, as well as discovering that EVERYONE is extraordinary; it's not an exclusive reality.
Okay, so the point of this post was to say... needless to say,... my modern Bionic Woman, Bewitched, I guess, is Sydney Bristow (ALIAS) these days:
So,... needless to say,... THIS is not good news.
As much as I love T.V., as soon as I love a show or character, they yank it from the airwaves.
Fuckers.
