Anticipation
Season 4 Episode 2 of Mad Men sits freshly downloaded from iTunes up on my laptop but can I watch it? No! I can’t find the frakking headphones I need in order to not wake up the kiddo who woefully needs to go back to sleeping in his room. I suppose I could go take the laptop to another room but that would be too simple. I need to complain about something in order to properly blog, right? So yeah-grrrrr, I say!
Last week’s episode, the one where Luke finds out that Darth Vader is his father, started out what looks to be a promising season. MM is the only drama I watch and the only TV show Iwill pay to see. We don’t have cable so anything else is watched via hulu or Netflix. I’m not a fan of dramatic shows or movies for the simple fact that there is enough drama in every day life that burdens me, to sit and watch MORE of it seems ridiculous. When we had cable and a DVR it was filled with either Comedy Central or Animal Planet stuff as well as an occasional SciFy (or whatever they abbreviate themselves as) channel offering.
Much has been written about why MM is so appealing to its largest demographic, which to me seems to be the mid-life crisis set (early to mid 40s peeps like myself); according to “journalists” it’s because our own lives are so fucking dull that we like watching good-looking successful people get shit-faced and be bad parents because we can’t do it. Stupid society and it’s rules these days-don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t fuck anyone interesting or dangerous etc. We are all about being healthy. Really…REALLY? Pfffft. I’m cutting out HFCS not for my health but so I can lose the little Coke belly I’ve been sporting the past month due to a serious binge. That darn Coke, it really is bad stuff. But so tasty! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I miss it.
I watch MM for one reason-Don Draper. He’s a total dick that I can feel sorry for. I figure if I can channel my pity into a fictional character it will keep me from being attracted to/dating/marrying real-life assholes with the idea that I can “fix them”. Leave me free to find a nice, boring, good guy to fall in love with. Who knows, it could happen! OK, 2 reasons-Don Draper and the Mid-Century Modern sets. Oh, and Joan’s costumes. So three reasons total. And Joan’s boobies-so 5 reasons. Also Roger Sterling-that silver fox, rowr. SIX reasons, fine! Just watch Mad Men. You won’t regret it.
I had other things to blather on about but I’m really tired. The highlight of my day was not being impressed by a famous person. I sold him some windshield wiper blades and said nothing to him about his celebrity status. Meanwhile, the goobers I work with acted like star-struck fanboys. It was embarrassing really. I mean, he’s no Steve Martin (who is rumored to live around here). Now if Steve Martin came in to buy wipers blades I would totally stan all over the place. I would get a picture taken and everything and make a complete ass out of myself while quoting The Jerk. Then I’d get a restraining order and it would be signed by him personally and I’d sleep with that under my pillow.
So tired. And silly.
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