I don’t usually like to gush about television (other than to lament about how I often watch too much, lower the bar, then still watch too much) but in the last few weeks or month every single one of the shows I had been following ended for the season giving me, essentially, absolutely no reason to watch anything. And then it occurred to me that (quite possibly) the next time I actually care about a broadcast series of shows (barring specials or other short run crap I will inevitably stumble across) I’ll be doing so with a baby in my arms.
Not that it’s terribly significant, relevant, or correlative — it’s just odd to consider.
My season recap of the only three shows actually worth watching, in order of priority:
3. Lost :: A dozen plot threads are tied up while two dozen more are left hanging. Three seasons to go, and apparently everyone just got rescued. How does that work? And poor Charlie dies a hero and more. My predictions: Not a rescue boat, the Others and the Losties unite against a common foe, and John Locke is Jacob. My crackpot theory: Ben and Jack are brothers.
2. The Office :: Temp becomes the boss. And the soap-opera continues. I don’t know how long this one can keep going, but I still have at least one laugh out loud moment every episode, so it might have some juice left. I think everyone is still (secretly) rooting for Pam and Jim. My predictions: This is the last season as we build to the ultimate self-destruction by Michael leading to his losing his job, Angela and Dwight elope, and Jan is pregnant. My crackpot theory: Dwight and Jim are brothers.
1. Battlestar Galactica :: One season to go, and thusly all bets are off. Are those four REALLY Cylons? I have serious doubts, and I don’t think the fall miniseries is going to answer that question, either. My predictions: Starbuck is in Lee’s head, the fleet gets to Earth but the Cylons are already there, and it all ends as Adama sacrifices himself to save civilization. My crackpot theory: ‘Hot Dog’ Costanza is Adama’s real son.
Perhaps now I can catch up on some of those books I’ve been meaning to get through: a lemonade in a lawn-chair in the backyard sun. Sounds nice.