TV series

This last weekend, while D was sick with the plague (seriously--body aches, chills, digestive issues...the whole bit...probably Ebola...), I scanned photos and started binge-watching Veronica Mars. (There's really nothing else to do while scanning through mountains of old photos. It is tedium.)

That I had never seen it before will surprise absolutely no one since, apparently, I'm next-to-amish when it comes to my historical media consumption. ;)

It came out in 2004, so I was in college and probably didn't have a lot of time to watch it.

But dudes! It's really good! Like Mystery Buffy. Only not quite. But it kind of has that same feel. I wish it had been on when I was in high school. It's a show I would have loved (and needed) then.

After I'm done with that, I think I'll watch Dark Angel. Same story--haven't watched it.
I'm still slowly working through Angel...but I had kind of burned out a tiny bit after watching ALL of Buffy in a very compressed period of time.

Torchwood, too, is being metered out in small doses after going through NuWho at a breakneck pace.

I just watched all the original Arrested Developments (verdict: amusing/great-not-spectacular). I would watch the new stuff too, but Netflix is so awful on our Wii that it can take an hour to decide it wants to work.

I should get into Once Upon a Time, too.

And, you know, I'm only the millionth person to say this...but I really wish there had been more Firefly.

A little fun.

I was chatting with a born-and-bred Texan friend today. He was commenting on my pregnancy. Apologizing profusely beforehand, he told me what he used to say about pregnant women:

"Looks like someone tried to put a little fun in her and she took it serious."

That's so...Texas.