I feel like I need to mention that one of the (very few) positive side effects of being mildly (but not quite destructively) sick for most of January was that it gave me an excuse to sit prone in front of the television most evenings (all in the name of cooperating with the mucous-based intelligence that had taken over 47% of my cranium). As a result, I was able to find the many, many, many hours necessary to finish binge-watching all nine seasons of The Office, front to back, fully and completely, concluding last night with the finale. There is something to be said about enjoying a show over the span of nine years, letting it quietly become part of the background noise of your life, growing and changing with characters and watching their story play out in a believable timeframe. There is also something to be said about watching (about) 75 hours of that same show compressed into the timeframe of about 7 weeks and let those same characters become your only source of passive entertainment, filling your mind, heart, and dreams, and causing you to view the world through their perspective. Whatever can be said about that is probably not very positive, though. Now, can anyone recommend a good detox program(me)?
The Twenty-First Century Child’s Rebellion: Find the most annoying show available on Netflix and then binge-watch it on a Sunday morning while their parents are trying to sleep in.
What posts in June? Oh, thooooose thirty posts in June… again. It seems that for the fourth year in a row I’ve climbed aboard the daily blogging train and continued that monumental, multi-year writing effort to string a topic or idea across the vast reaches of years. Each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
June 14th // Something You Are Watching
The thing I’m finding, after being a Netflix subscriber for what seems like a couple years now, is that you almost inevitably become a “binge-watcher” of television shows.
For example, after visiting New York in November, we went through a “How I met Your Mother” phase, grinding through the first eight seasons in about a month and a half after the trip.I try to mix it up, but my recently-watched queue, to be perfectly honest, has only about four titles in it right now. And one of those I’m technically not allowed to watch on my own because Karin and I have been watching that together for the last month: “Once Upon a Time”
The premise is oddly complex: there is the alternate fairy tale universe thing, there is the overlap of Disney-esque characters made real with (presumably) our reality, (sometimes inconsistent) use of magic with a thread of morality woven through and all of it spun around a good versus evil soap-opera-like blend of modern and emotionally jarring television fantasy. It took them roughly the entire first season to really explain what the heck was going on.
The nice thing about Netflix binge watching, I’ve gotta add, is that after having contemplated watching this show for a couple years (and never quite getting around to it, despite the fact we had most of the first two seasons on our PVR for a while) is that there is none of that pesky waiting a week between episodes. Cliffhanger? Sure, we can stay up for an extra 45 minutes to see how that turns out.
The alternate, bad side: just like the aforementioned “How I Met Your Mother” for which we still haven’t watched the (apparently controversial) final season (because it’s not on Netflix) I’ve already noted that “Once Upon a Time” is hobbled at just two seasons right now in my queue. We’re drawing out our watching hoping for that elusive “we’ve added another season of ______” email from Netflix, but if we run out of episodes before that happens, I guess we’ll be looking for another binge candidate. Or maybe just reading a book…