Come, dance the dance of jubilation with me! It’s premiere week!
Summer, with all its interesting diversions, may have temporarily wiped my brain clean of its pixelized fixations, but the shift to fall weather and primetime darkness has brought my curiosity roaring back with a vengeance and a sudden need to know the answers to questions like:
“Where will Jim and Pam go for dinner on their first date?”
“Will Sarah survive, or be snuffed out by the insidious miniature killer?”
“What happened to Peter and Nathan after they exploded?”
And as if I don’t have enough shows to keep up with, friends and family are conspiring to expand my addiction with their own favorite shows. Even as we speak, I am feverishly trying to catch up on back episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, a show that, apparently, everyone in the world except me has been watching for the last three years.
I’ve almost decided that watching a show on DVD after it’s over is preferable to watching as it is broadcast. For one thing, you already know whether it’s worth watching. There are no commercials and you don’t have to wait a whole week (or more, if you’re watching Lost) to see what happens after the cliffhanger. If you need to take a bathroom break or go do something else, you can just pause and come back later. It works around your schedule instead of the other way around.
But I think I would miss the real time, pop culture zing of talking about the show that everyone else is talking about, of waiting on tenterhooks for the resolution of the unresolvable plot point, of pondering the inner workings of make-believe characters at odd moments during the week.
I guess, in the end, I just lack the patience to wait. (Grrrr…three hours till Heroes! What will I do with myself until then?)