I feel as though every post I write is grounded in silly cultural stuff.Ã‚Â Some might even say terrible, rancid, crap unworthy of watching, listening to, and thinking about.Ã‚Â
Yet, still, my mind is there.
So, here’s the latest swirling around my head:
Friday Night Lights:Ã‚Â Matt Saracen is the cutest guy ever…you must watch this show just long enough to see him stumble through a conversation with his girlfriend–his coach’s daughter.Ã‚Â My God, it’s priceless.Ã‚Â I can’t watch him and not smile.
I also love the coach himself, his wife, his daughter.Ã‚Â And the more flamboyant characters that I’m sure make other people ill–Smash, Riggins, and Tyra or whatever her name is–love them, too.Ã‚Â The king and queen of the school are the only two who annoy me…and the queen’s slimeball father never fails to make my skin crawl–an acting successs in my book.Ã‚Â Seriously, watch this show, even if you hated highschool and football even more.Ã‚Â It’ll be worth it.
Well, the guys, for the most part, stunk yesterday.Ã‚Â I’m never totally happy with the guys anyway.Ã‚Â I loved last year’s and the year before’s more rocker guys, but the pop, R&B stuff doesn’t make my heart sing when people like LL Cool J. do it so some amateur from Newark isn’t going to set my pants on fire.
Now the girls, I’m counting on them being better.
For those of you who think TV doesn’t influence a person’s psyche, think again.Ã‚Â I have hard evidence.Ã‚Â Well, okay, anecdotal, but still this is just a little old blog not an arm of a hardcore research outfit.
The evidence is me.Ã‚Â Scooby Doo, I’m convinced, is at the root of my fascination with old homes, buried treasure and secret rooms in old homes.Ã‚Â Like bad TV is inclined to do, it infiltrates your mind and then lies dormant for years, maybe forever before you realize what you watched as a kid means something in your later years.
Yes, this is crazy dramatic–but I’m hurting for material, here.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Anyway, since my kids started watching Scooby, it occurs to me that other than that show and some Abbot and Costello episode when they were revolutionary war ghosts in an old mansion, I was never in an old house until an adult.Ã‚Â Yet, my fascination has been around forever.
So blame it on Scooby and the gang.Ã‚Â Or reincarnation.Ã‚Â I swear I was on the Titanic…no really…stay with me…