tv is eating my face

Simon Cowell on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno

This is the face of smug capitalistic excess in action. MUST DESTROY ALL HUMANS.

It may be time for another purge – and no, not like that. Gross. A TV purge. And now I’m thinking about puke.

So, I never make New Year’s resolutions anymore because historically I just end up being mad at myself for failing to keep them. Maybe I’ve just made the wrong sorts of resolutions previously, but I feel like if I’m going to make something a habit in my life, I just have to do it, and making a huge intimidating list isn’t going to help the process. Or maybe I’m just a chicken-shit with no follow through. That’s also a possibility as well. Anyways, if I was going to make resolutions this year, something that should really be a priority for me would be cutting down the amount of time I waste on television. I know I KNOW, what am I saying?

And I don’t mean it, really. I don’t think it’s a waste. I think pop culture is important, and there is some great storytelling going on in television right now, but that’s not the stuff I’m talking about. A large part of me — the cataloguing part? — is very satisfied by keeping up to date on all the shows. Actually, I joke about having OCD, but I really think I might sometimes. A lot — A LOT — of my TV watching these days is based solely on completionism. You know, that thing where wacky people such as myself have to finish something, be it a book, a season of a TV show, etc, even if that thing is awful and horrible. I’ve gotten better in the past year at cutting those sorts of shows from my life (I stopped watching 2 Broke Girls, for example, but as evidenced by my viewing of the entire second season of The X Factor, I still have a problem with this. Man, that show is awful.). It’s like that thing where you save a bunch of old shit in the back of your closet, like old magazines and graded papers and notebooks full of notes you will never look at again, and you’re so afraid to let that stuff go, because what if you want it, what if you need it, in the future? But then rationality kicks in and you throw it away, and lo, one month, six months, five years later, you don’t miss it in the slightest. It’s like that.

I cut a bunch of TV shows when I was studying for my Master’s exams in 2011, but since then, I’ve just been building my list back up. It really hit me this morning, though, when I went to update my TV Calendar (shut up, yes, I have a TV calendar and I couldn’t function without it) and realized that the two week break winter TV hiatus had given me had just been lovely. I read a shit ton of books, cooked food, hung out with friends, and rewatched a bunch of old shows I’d been wanting to rewatch forever. All of a sudden, January and February looked incredibly busy. How am I ever going to have time to watch all this TV, read 150 books, hang out with my friends, date (EEK), write (blogging and non-blogging), and well, have a life? It’s not like the good old days when I was teaching and going to school and had buckets of free time. To illustrate my point, here is what my TV schedule currently looks like come February and March, once all the shows are back:

SUNDAY

7 PM — Downton Abbey
7 PM — Once Upon a Time
8 PM — Call the Midwife
8 PM — Revenge
8 PM — Game of Thrones

(Also count Breaking Bad and Mad Men here even though they’re not back until later.)

MONDAY

7 PM –Bones
7 PM — Continuum
7 PM – The Biggest Loser (my DVR records this if nothing else is on)
8 PM – Lost Girl
8 PM – Bunheads
9 PM — Castle
9 PM – Revolution

TUESDAY

7 PM –Don’t Trust the B– in Apt. 23
7 PM — Ben and Kate
8 PM — Go On
8 PM — New Girl
8 PM – Smash
8:30 PM — The New Normal
8:30 PM — The Mindy Project
9 PM — Cougar Town
10 PM – White Collar

WEDNESDAY

7 PM — Arrow
7 PM — American Idol (whyyyyyy)
7 PM — Whitney (whyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
8 PM — Modern Family
8:30 PM — Suburgatory
10 PM – Top Chef: Seattle

THURSDAY

7 PM — 30 Rock
7 PM – American Idol
7 PM — Last Resort (at least, until it dies in a couple of weeks)
7:30 PM — Community
8 PM — The Office
8 PM — Glee (yup, still watching)
8:30 PM — Parks and Recreation
9 PM – Scandal
10 PM — Suits (yay!)

FRIDAY

8 PM — Fringe (until it dies in a couple of weeks)
10 PM — Spartacus: War of the Damned (Yay!)

 

And all of that is not including the premieres after March of things like Doctor Who, Veep, Futurama, Legend of Korra, Warehouse 13, and the series premiere of Defiance in May, which I am super excited for because it means Rockne O’Bannon (Farscape) is finally back on TV.

Yeah, so. That’s a lot of TV. Most of them will be airing at the same time, and when that happens, I will technically be watching 36 shows per week. And even with the ones I’m planning on eventually cutting (The New Normal, Smash, The Biggest Loser) and the ones that are on their way out (Fringe, Spartacus, Last Resort, Breaking Bad), that’s still a fuckin’ lot of shows, ya’ll. But I can’t help it! With the cable TV boom getting boomier all the time, there’s just so many more shows to watch. It’s like giving a kid free reign in a candy store, except the whole thing ends with you tying the kid up and heaving him over your shoulder to prevent him from stuffing his face so full of sugar that he goes into a diabetic coma and his brain explodes.

HELP.

P.S. I had this weird urge to recap American Idol this season so I could be mean to it. If I did that, would any of you actually be interested in reading it?

SUCK IT, BELLA SWAN

I did something super embarrassing at work this morning, and that got me thinking about all the other numerous and never-ending embarrassing things I’ve done at work over the years, most of which I’ve probably repressed, and so I decided to make a list. I’m basically making this list for no reason, and it has no practical function, as I’m going to continue being me, which means variations of all of this will probably happen to me again (ALL OF THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE AND ALL OF THIS WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.)

Stupid and embarrassing stuff I have done at work (that I can remember):

10. Accidentally calling clients/students/tutees/fellow employees/whatever by the wrong name, even if I have known them for over six months/have hung out with them outside of work. Have done this on multiple occasions, usually in front of other people.
9. Accidentally hitting myself in the eye with a banana, while my co-worker was watching.
8. Accidentally hitting myself in the mouth with the phone handset, causing my lip to split open and bleed for two hours.
7. Accidentally slicing open my finger down to the bone with a brand new knife while cutting a sandwich at work for a co-worker.
6. Accidentally dropping a bucket of long, sharp knives onto my head from where they were sitting on a high shelf, and then watching in dismay as all co-workers within hearing distance run to the back room to see what I’d destroyed this time.
5. Accidentally slamming right ring finger in pastry case, causing the finger nail to pop out of its nailbed (and as I later learned, causing a hairline fracture) . . . and then in a bit of a daze, with a horrified customer looking on at my limp, disgusting and bleeding finger, attempting to continue ringing up said customer’s transaction. After said finger injury, being unable to think or do anything other than stare in horrified shock at my finger, interrupting several co-workers important duties to have them deal with me, and in particular, having one co-worker drive me to Urgent Care and spend four hours there with me until finally I saw the doctor and he numbed me up and PUSHED MY FINGERNAIL BACK INTO ITS SOCKET. Also my legs were hairy and I hadn’t showered.
4. Accidentally belching while in the middle of leaving a voicemail for a client.
3. Accidentally letting a fart slip out during an . . . inopportune moment.
2. Accidentally saying the word “sex” instead of “success” while on the phone with a client . . . three times in a row.
1. Crashing my brand new company car into a pole and then having to tell my boss and watch his face go FLOOP down to the ground.

And those are just the ten that I could remember right away. I can’t be the only one who is a huge idiot in such inappropriate places. So please, I implore you if you can, make me feel better about the disaster zone that is my life and TELL ME YOUR EMBARASSING STORIES.

Also, I just want to say, for those of you who didn’t get the reference (and honestly, you’re better off that way), that I would have found Bella Swan and her supposed clumsiness much more endearing if she would have actually done herself some damage once in a while instead of just yapping about it all the time. Also, if Ms. Meyer didn’t insist on using the adjective “clumsy” as a substitute for characterization. How did this post about embarassment turn into a Twilight rant? No idea. These things just happen, I guess.

the good parts version

So yesterday I found out that GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE, I don’t have cancer. As I noted on Twitter earlier, that thing they sliced off my leg two weeks ago* was just a butt ugly piece of shit that decided my leg was its new home and it was time to start throwing wild parties. I knew I should probably tell people that love me and care about me that I do not have cancer, but all thoughts of my own health and well-being were pushed so far to the back of my mind that they fell off the giant Cliffs of Dover way back in there and then they probably also fell into a river and started screaming help me, help me! i’m drowning! in their tiny little voices, because all my brain wanted to think about was that Mulder and Scully = True <3 IRL. And it’s all Jennie’s fault.

*In the process of being butchered, I had stitches, developed large ugly bruises all over my calf, and threatened to rip those stitches in half every five minutes when I was moving last weekend. I sent my dear friend Emily a picture of the hideousness and her response was to be jealous that she didn’t have a “rainbow” on her leg, and then she proceeded to photoshop lots of sparkles and unicorns onto the picture and sent it back to me with a smiley face.

Now, the rumours have since been squashed by David Duchovny’s killjoy rep, but for a glorious ten minutes, it was like my entire adolescence had reawakened and I was back in high school again, unable to think about anything else but whether or not Mulder and Scully would ever get together*. I wasn’t one of those people that wrote fanfiction about the actors (that is SUPER CREEPY behavior, by the way), and I don’t necessarily actually CARE one way or the other if GA and DD are boning each other, but for those ten minutes, it was like the story that shaped my entire adolescence had just come to life. I wasn’t even making thoughts, just noises — nothing but squirrels up in the noggin.

*Sometimes I would also think about what I would do if Mulder were real and he walked into my 2nd period European History class with his gun and his badge and whisked me away — the fantasy never got farther than the whisking, so who knows if I was being led away for romantical purposes or for questioning in a mysterious paranormal investigation. Either way probably would have been okay with me, honestly.

Anyway, so then I hijacked Jennie’s comments for a while with my typing farts when I had an idea to watch The X-Files again, but like not the whole thing, because a full rewatch took me six months the last time I did it back in 2009. This rewatch would consist of my favorite all-time episodes, the ones that used to make me want to roll around screaming on the floor and then die (I believe I actually did this during the seventh season finale) — The Good Parts Version, to steal a phrase from The Princess Bride. And then my brain was like, oh! LET’S MAKE A LIST. I love making lists, you guys, but you know this. So those of you who were expecting a quality post when you clicked through here today, I’m sorry but you can probably leave now because the rest of this post will be devoted to mindless X-Files nostalgia and list-making. Actually, if you’ve never seen The-X-Files before, this list might be a good place to start. Of course, if these are the episodes you watch first, it might be all downhill from here.

The X-Files: The Good Parts Version, for use in a Mini-Marathon, Weekend-Ruining Capacity

1X01 — “Pilot”: Special Agent Dana Scully meets Special Agent Fox Mulder, the FBI’s most unwanted, as she is assigned to the bureau’s black sheep unit The X-Files to spy on and reign in Spooky Mulder himself. She’s a skeptic, and he wants to believe, and he sucks her right in to his creepy, government conspiracy and alien-filled world.

3X04 — “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose”: Mulder and Scully meet a man who knows how everyone he meets will die. This man is played by Peter Boyle, and he is cynical and awesome.

3X17 — “Pusher”: Possibly the greatest X-Files villain, M&S chase serial killer Robert Patrick Modell, a man who can “push” people into doing or seeing whatever he wants using only the power of his mind.

3X20 — “Jose Chung’s From Outer Space: The first time the show went meta — famous author Jose Chung writes a book about a supposed alien abduction and interviews Mulder and Scully about the events, both of whom give very different versions of the story.

4X14 — “Memento Mori”: Scully learns she has cancer thanks to the events of her abduction two years before. This is the opposite of what happened to me. (Also, I’ve never maybe been abducted by aliens/the government/whoever.) It is awful and heartbreaking and they totally cut the scene where Mulder kisses her. Also, during the infamous “hallway scene,” Gillian Anderson had to stand on a box. HA HA HA.

4X20 — “Small Potatoes”: The funniest/saddest episode this show ever did. Moose and Squirrel investigate a series of babies in a small town who are all born with tails. It involves Luke Skywalker, doppelgangers, and almost kisses. It is amazing.

5X01 & 5X02 — “Redux I,” “Redux II”: Scully is dying of cancer, and Mulder almost loses his mind trying to save her.

5X05 — “The Post-Modern Prometheus”: Creator Chris Carter’s black and white ode to Frankenstein, with a post-modern twist. It has a dude with two faces, questionable sexual encounters, and lots and lots of Cher. I used to teach it to my students when we did our “Monster” unit. They ate that shit up.

5X08 — “Kitsunegari”: Robert Patrick Modell has escaped, and this time he’s on a kitsunegari — a foxhunt. (Mulder is the fox because his name is Fox . . . get it?)

5X12 –”Bad Blood”: If “Small Potatoes” was funny/sad, “Bad Blood” is just plain funny. Mulder is accused of murder, and his only defense is that at the time, he thought the kid he’d murdered was a vampire. Mulder and Scully take turns telling Skinner their version of what happened, much in the vein of “Jose Chung’s From Outer Space,” except way way better. This is the most quotable episode the show ever did.

5X19 — “Folie à Deux”: Mulder drags Scully to check out the claims of a man who believes his boss to be a murdering monster. The perfect example of The X-Files monster-of-the-week format at its finest: Scary monster, great character work for Mulder and Scully, and a hell of an ending. (Plus also a scene where Mulder tells Scully she’s his one in five billion.)

5X20 — “The End”: Psychic chess prodigy. Mulder’s evil, horrible ex-girlfriend. The X-Files closed down and burned to the ground. Sigh.

The X-Files: Fight the Future — I know every line of this movie by heart. Fucking bees.

6X03 — “Triangle”: The X-Files meets Wizard of Oz meets World War II on a boat. You were there, and you, and you . . . but was it a dream? This episode has some of the coolest camera work in the series, including an impressive long take set to jazzy, trippy 40s music.

6X04 & 6X05 — “Dreamland I,” “Dreamland II”: Mulder switches bodies with Michael McKean, and Michael McKean doesn’t want to switch back.

6X14 — “Monday”: Groundhog Day, a la The X-Files. Mulder is stuck in a time loop that starts with a leaky waterbed and ends with a disastrous bank robbery gone wrong, and he and the bank robber’s girlfriend are the only ones who know it’s happening. The loop won’t stop until they get the ending right. Notable for the scene where Mulder is shot and dies in Scully’s arms. I rewind that scene like five million times every time I watch this episode. (Sad ending, though :( An ending which was echoed in real life, when the actress who played the bank robber’s girlfriend — Carrie Hamilton, Carol Burnett’s daughter — died of lung and brain cancer.)

6X15 — “Arcadia”: Mulder and Scully pose as a married couple in the suburbs. That’s really all you need to know. Also, “Woman, get back in here and make me a sandwich.”

6X18 — “Milagro”: A writer whose imagination brings words to life becomes obsessed with Scully. but the important part is when he gets all upset that she can’t love him because she’s totally already in love with MULDER. Let me get all Britta up in here when I say, “Da doi!”

6X19 — “The Unnatural”: David Duchovny wrote and directed this ode to baseball, about an alien who’s greatest love is playing ball, but let’s be honest, as great as the middle parts are, I really only love it for the opening and ending scenes. Duchovny writes verrrry flirty Mulder/Scully.

7X21 — “Je Souhaite”: Mulder is convinced that a genie is responsible for a series of deaths. Scully encounters an invisible man; Mulder gets three wishes and tries to make the world a better place. I’m not sure why, but I just LOVE this episode.

7X22 — “Requiem”: The aforementioned seventh season finale that punched me in the face so hard, but before that even it was great because the whole thing brought the show full circle back to the pilot episode.

8X14 — “This Is Not Happening”: Scully’s search for the missing Mulder finally comes to end, and it’s not the happy ending she was looking for. The last ten minutes of this episode are completely unbearable in the best way possible.

8X15 — “Deadalive”: But don’t worry! Mulder is like Jesus — he rises again. Both of these episodes are totally worth it just for that moment when Mulder first opens his eyes and Scully smiles back at him.

8X19 — “Alone”: A tribute to well-known fan and fanfic writer, Leyla Harrison, who died of skin cancer earlier that year. Young FBI Agent Harrison is Mulder and Scully’s biggest fan, but she’s in way over her head as the newest X-Files agent. It’s schmoopsy and sentimental, and I absolutely love it.

9X19 & 9X20 — “The Truth”: Mulder is put on trial for the murder of a man who can’t die, and his whole career is called into question. A lot of people don’t like this episode, but I love it because it give me two things: 1) Mulder and Scully making out and for the love of God finally acknowledging their romantic relationship, 2) An absolutely pitch-perfect final scene that always makes me cry.

If you have more than a weekend to waste fill, also add in: “Squeeze,” “Ice,” “Eve,” “Beyond the Sea,” “Jersey Devil,” “Tooms,” “Duane Barry,” “Ascension,” “One Breath,” “Irresistible,” “Humbug,” “Paper Clip,” “War of the Coprophages,” “Quagmire,” “Home,” “Paper Hearts,” “Leonard Betts,” “Gethsemane,” “Detour,” “Christmas Carol,” “Emily,” “Kill Switch,” “Drive,” “How the Ghosts Stole Christmas,” “The Rain King,” “Tithonus,” “Three of a Kind,” “Millenium,” “The Goldberg Variation,” “Sein Und Zeit,” “Closure,” “all things,” “Within,” “Without,” “Badlaa,” “Essence,” “Existence,” “John Doe,” “Jump the Shark,” “William,” “Release,” The X-Files: I Want to Believe

Under no circumstances watch: “3,” “The Field Where I Died”

I was going to add in a little list with the best MSR scenes (Mulder/Scully Romance, for you noobs), but then I decided that I should probably just make that a separate post, because I’m pretty sure I can find the elaborate spreadsheet I concocted in high school listing out EVERY SINGLE ONE because that’s the kind of thing I did all the time back then instead of dating. And then I realized I could make an endless amount of lists about this show, and I could probably do them all from memory. (If anyone would actually like me to do this, just let me know — I’d be happy to waste even more time oblige.) I guess what I’m saying is, it’s important that ya’ll know my priorities are straight: Mulder and Scully > Not Having Cancer.

Also, I’m going to be watching a shit ton of X-Files this weekend.

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