Over the summer I became obsessed with How I Met Your Mother and started watching reruns like mad. In the beginning it was great; pretty much every episode was new to me, and I could watch them back-to-back for days. After a few months, I could only find a new episode about every week.
About a month ago, I stopped finding any new episodes at all. It took awhile to dawn on me that maybe I'd already seen *all* the episodes. Yesterday I went and read through the entire list of five seasons of episodes and confirmed that yes, I've seen all of them. Boo.
(The last "new old" episode I watched was Slapsgiving. Hilarious.)
Friday, March 18, 2011
rerun sadness
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Monday, February 28, 2011
proper English
I was amused by this exchange following a "Pimp My Ride" reference in a post:
| coworker #1: | The objection I have to "Pimp my Ride" is largely the name. It's a noun used as a verb, followed by a verb used as a noun. I'm not even very comfortable with the "my" either -- the protagonists of the piece are not "pimping" my "ride", but I as the viewer am observing whilst this act befalls a third party entirely unbeknown to me. A more correct title would be "Television programme wherein individuals have outlandish enhancements made to their vehicles." |
|---|---|
| coworker #2: | I can only conclude that you would have fewer objections to a show entitled Ride my Pimp. |
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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
conflict
I just realized why I keep missing episodes of House. My cheapo Dish DVR cannot tape House, Chuck, and How I Met Your Mother at the same time. I guess I should be thankful for Hulu.
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Monday, June 28, 2010
coincidentally...
I no longer care about the World Cup (except maybe to root for a non-European/South American team to win), but this still amused me.
An email from my coworker, who is Brazilian:
At the Chile airport. Flight back was cancelled. I'll be in late tomorrow and might WFH.
On a side note tomorrow Brasil plays against Chile. Not a good time to be in Chile.
I was thinking it might actually be a great time for him to be in Chile, as the game will probably be shown on every television everywhere...
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
"Lost" marathon
D and I have been watching "Lost" since the beginning. For the past few seasons, we've been watching it with a small group of friends, waiting three or four weeks between viewings and then blowing through all of the saved episodes in one night.
We knew the finale was coming up on Sunday night, but due to various scheduling conflicts, our group was still four episodes behind. I was afraid we'd get spoiled if we didn't watch the finale immediately, so I talked our friend into hosting a Lost marathon, starting at 3pm, interspersed with some board games and BBQ (mmm, rack of lamb), and ending with the finale.
There was a minor catch in the plan; we were planning to watch in Sunnyvale (near Wolfe & 280), and I'd promised a friend that I'd pick him up at SFO around 8pm. Since we were watching the show by downloading the episodes rather than with a DVR, our choices were to watch the finale in real-time, or to wait until the East Coast feed was done and then hope that a copy got uploaded really quickly.
The flight that I was waiting for landed at 7:27pm, seven minutes late. At that time, we were wrapping up the fourth saved episode. We finished it about ten minutes later, and I was out the door and onto 280 by a little after 7:45pm. The pickup at SFO went smoothly; my friend beat me to the international arrivals area by five minutes, and from there I took him back to his place in Redwood Shores. Unfortunately that meant that I had to come back down 101, which was a bit more congested, but by the time I hit the 85 interchange I realized I had a good chance of getting back in time for the start of the 9:00pm finale. After merging onto 280, I called my friends to let them know we should go with the real-time plan, and a few minutes later, I walked in the door at 9:03pm. 80 miles in 75 minutes = fun. Whee!
The only downside was that it turned out that watching the finale in real-time was excruciating, due to the frequent and lengthy commercial breaks. I'm not used to watching commercials at all, let alone 45 minutes of them.
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Monday, February 01, 2010
smart television
It was a long day at work yesterday. When I finally got home, I watched an episode of House, and then a rerun of The West Wing.
It takes a surprising amount of concentration to follow both those shows, and I was thinking to myself that I can't possibly be rotting my brain when I watch them. I was reminded me of this article which I first read nearly five years ago, about how watching television makes you smarter.
I had meant to write a blog post about it, and had actually started writing one, but I could never summarize the salient points to my satisfaction. If I start trying again I'll probably never post this at all, so I'm just going to excerpt (what I think is) the notable part, here.
When a sci-fi script inserts into some advanced lab a nonscientist who keeps asking the science geeks to explain what they're doing with that particle accelerator, that's a flashing arrow that gives the audience precisely the information it needs in order to make sense of the ensuing plot. (''Whatever you do, don't spill water on it, or you'll set off a massive explosion!'') These hints serve as a kind of narrative hand-holding. Implicitly, they say to the audience, ''We realize you have no idea what a particle accelerator is, but here's the deal: all you need to know is that it's a big fancy thing that explodes when wet.'' They focus the mind on relevant details: ''Don't worry about whether the baby sitter is going to break up with her boyfriend. Worry about that guy lurking in the bushes.'' They reduce the amount of analytic work you need to do to make sense of a story. All you have to do is follow the arrows.
By this standard, popular television has never been harder to follow. If narrative threads have experienced a population explosion over the past 20 years, flashing arrows have grown correspondingly scarce. Watching our pinnacle of early 80's TV drama, ''Hill Street Blues,'' we find there's an informational wholeness to each scene that differs markedly from what you see on shows like ''The West Wing'' or ''The Sopranos'' or ''Alias'' or ''E.R.''
''Hill Street'' has ambiguities about future events: will a convicted killer be executed? Will Furillo marry Joyce Davenport? Will Renko find it in himself to bust a favorite singer for cocaine possession? But the present-tense of each scene explains itself to the viewer with little ambiguity. There's an open question or a mystery driving each of these stories -- how will it all turn out? -- but there's no mystery about the immediate activity on the screen. A contemporary drama like ''The West Wing,'' on the other hand, constantly embeds mysteries into the present-tense events: you see characters performing actions or discussing events about which crucial information has been deliberately withheld. Anyone who has watched more than a handful of ''The West Wing'' episodes closely will know the feeling: scene after scene refers to some clearly crucial but unexplained piece of information, and after the sixth reference, you'll find yourself wishing you could rewind the tape to figure out what they're talking about, assuming you've missed something. And then you realize that you're supposed to be confused. The open question posed by these sequences is not ''How will this turn out in the end?'' The question is ''What's happening right now?''
The deliberate lack of hand-holding extends down to the microlevel of dialogue as well. Popular entertainment that addresses technical issues -- whether they are the intricacies of passing legislation, or of performing a heart bypass, or of operating a particle accelerator -- conventionally switches between two modes of information in dialogue: texture and substance. Texture is all the arcane verbiage provided to convince the viewer that they're watching Actual Doctors at Work; substance is the material planted amid the background texture that the viewer needs make sense of the plot.
Conventionally, narratives demarcate the line between texture and substance by inserting cues that flag or translate the important data. There's an unintentionally comical moment in the 2004 blockbuster ''The Day After Tomorrow'' in which the beleaguered climatologist (played by Dennis Quaid) announces his theory about the imminent arrival of a new ice age to a gathering of government officials. In his speech, he warns that ''we have hit a critical desalinization point!'' At this moment, the writer-director Roland Emmerich -- a master of brazen arrow-flashing -- has an official follow with the obliging remark: ''It would explain what's driving this extreme weather.'' They might as well have had a flashing ''Unlocked!'' arrow on the screen.
The dialogue on shows like ''The West Wing'' and ''E.R.,'' on the other hand, doesn't talk down to its audiences. It rushes by, the words accelerating in sync with the high-speed tracking shots that glide through the corridors and operating rooms. The characters talk faster in these shows, but the truly remarkable thing about the dialogue is not purely a matter of speed; it's the willingness to immerse the audience in information that most viewers won't understand. Here's a typical scene from ''E.R.'':
[WEAVER AND WRIGHT push a gurney containing a 16-year-old girl. Her parents, JANNA AND FRANK MIKAMI, follow close behind. CARTER AND LUCY fall in.]
WEAVER: 16-year-old, unconscious, history of biliary atresia.
CARTER: Hepatic coma?
WEAVER: Looks like it.
MR. MIKAMI: She was doing fine until six months ago.
CARTER: What medication is she on?
MRS. MIKAMI: Ampicillin, tobramycin, vitamins a, d and k.
LUCY: Skin's jaundiced.
WEAVER: Same with the sclera. Breath smells sweet.
CARTER: Fetor hepaticus?
WEAVER: Yep.
LUCY: What's that?
WEAVER: Her liver's shut down. Let's dip a urine. [To CARTER] Guys, it's getting a little crowded in here, why don't you deal with the parents? Start lactulose, 30 cc's per NG.
CARTER: We're giving medicine to clean her blood.
WEAVER: Blood in the urine, two-plus.
CARTER: The liver failure is causing her blood not to clot.
MRS. MIKAMI: Oh, God. . . .
CARTER: Is she on the transplant list?
MR. MIKAMI: She's been Status 2a for six months, but they haven't been able to find her a match.
CARTER: Why? What's her blood type?
MR. MIKAMI: AB.
[This hits CARTER like a lightning bolt. LUCY gets it, too. They share a look.]
There are flashing arrows here, of course -- ''The liver failure is causing her blood not to clot'' -- but the ratio of medical jargon to layperson translation is remarkably high. From a purely narrative point of view, the decisive line arrives at the very end: ''AB.'' The 16-year-old's blood type connects her to an earlier plot line, involving a cerebral-hemorrhage victim who -- after being dramatically revived in one of the opening scenes -- ends up brain-dead. Far earlier, before the liver-failure scene above, Carter briefly discusses harvesting the hemorrhage victim's organs for transplants, and another doctor makes a passing reference to his blood type being the rare AB (thus making him an unlikely donor). The twist here revolves around a statistically unlikely event happening at the E.R. -- an otherwise perfect liver donor showing up just in time to donate his liver to a recipient with the same rare blood type. But the show reveals this twist with remarkable subtlety. To make sense of that last ''AB'' line -- and the look of disbelief on Carter's and Lucy's faces -- you have to recall a passing remark uttered earlier regarding a character who belongs to a completely different thread. Shows like ''E.R.'' may have more blood and guts than popular TV had a generation ago, but when it comes to storytelling, they possess a quality that can only be described as subtlety and discretion.
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Monday, November 30, 2009
I watch TV and I'm proud of it
A friend posted on Facebook about her cable box breaking, and lots of people rushed in to tell her how she should stop watching TV and spend more time with her family and read more books and walk on beaches, etc. etc. Bleah!
I read books. I spend time with family and friends. I play sports and games and go hiking and have plenty of social interaction. I also like watching TV. After I got back from my very long trip, I realized my DVR had filled up and stopped recording a few weeks before, and I was sad.
I guess my point is that in my mind, there are lots of things to enjoy in life, and one of them is TV, and I get annoyed when people are all self-righteous about TV being evil.
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
fringe benefits
One of the nice things about travelling is that in other countries, MTV actually plays (gasp!) music videos. It's totally mesmerizing...I can go entire hour-long gym workouts just watching (probably very old) videos of Beyonce and Kanye and Coldplay and Katy Perry, singing songs that I've heard a billion times, that I've never seen on TV.
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Friday, September 05, 2008
(vice) presidential politics
I don't watch the Daily Show on a regular basis, but I have friends who do, and they send me clips like this. Brilliant, but almost not funny. More like "WTF???". Bleah.
Honestly, I think John McCain is a good guy and a war hero (although I don't think he should be president) but his VP pick Sarah Palin is really creeping me out.
First there was the whole ethics investigation into whether Palin fired the state police chief because he wouldn't fire her sister's ex-husband.
Then we heard about her book-banning episode. That's two points in the "abuse of power" column.
Next up, de-separation of church and state! Apparently Palin thinks that the war in Iraq is God's plan (sound familiar?).
To top it off, she thinks that God wants us to drill for oil in Alaska. Really? I mean, I'm not religious, so I could be totally mistaken and maybe the Christian God cares about all sorts of trivialities, but that sounds pretty darned specific to me.
I also find it ironic that she line-item vetoed funding for a program that provides a transitional home for teenage mothers. I guess the message is that it's laudable to be a teenage mother ("We’re proud of Bristol’s decision to have her baby..." -- Sarah Palin) but only if you have parents who will pay for your housing.
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
longest run ever
I went to the gym yesterday to run on a treadmill. Between my workout buddy being late and me getting engrossed yet another episode of Stump the Schwab (apparently I know a lot about NFL running backs from the late 90's and early 2000's), I ran for over 45 minutes thinking I'd only run for about 30-35. When I realized how long I'd been running, I figured I was within a few minutes of the 5-mile mark and just kept going. I ended up running 5 miles in 48:48, which is now officially my longest run ever. Yay me.
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Friday, September 15, 2006
new TV show, new band
I swear, I don't have an obsession with medical TV shows.
I do still watch ER, mostly out of loyalty, and I love Scrubs, but up until recently, I never felt compelled to watch Grey's Anatomy, mostly because the main character seemed so annoying, at least judging from the endless commercials.
Then, I was at my parents' house one weekend, and was flipping through their (newly repaired) Tivo. I wasn't really in the mood for Japanese period dramas or Food Network, so I put on an episode of Grey's Anatomy. It was really good. I think by the end of the weekend I had watched all of the episodes saved on the Tivo.
I still think Meredith is kind of annoying, and has serious issues, but the show is really more of an ensemble piece than anything else, and I like that. Oh, did I mention that almost all of the men are extremely good-looking?
Anyway, I managed to watch most of the second season during the summer when the reruns were on, and then when it got to September, the network started to promote the new season, and I discovered I really, really liked the music in the commercial. A couple days after that, I was watching a rerun of Scrubs, and there it was again, the same song, How to Save a Life by The Fray. Their CD is now in my Amazon shopping cart, waiting for me to spend $15 more to get free shipping.
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Friday, January 27, 2006
my new favorite TV show
I still love Scrubs, but I've thoroughly enjoyed the first two episodes of Love Monkey, a new series on CBS. It stars Tom Cavanagh of Ed as Tom, a thirty-something music industry exec living in New York City.
I'm not sure exactly why I like the show, but it's some combination of Cavanagh's innate likeability (and ability to talk super-fast), combined with some pretty decent characterization, and lots of good music. For instance, Teddy Geiger, who I'd never heard of previously, appeared as a singer/songwriter prodigy in the pilot episode, and he was excellent.
Unfortunately, as of now, CBS has only ordered eight episodes, and the viewership numbers are mediocre, so it's unclear if the show will survive until next season. Go watch it now!
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
end of an era
This week, on the heels of John Spencer's death, came the news that The West Wing will end this year, after seven seasons. I'm sad, but it seems fitting that the show would end with the exit of the Bartlet administration. I'll have to remember to keep an eye out for a DVD package of the whole series.
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Friday, December 16, 2005
John Spencer
Wow. The news about John Spencer today really freaked me out. 58 doesn't seem that old to me anymore, especially now that my parents are almost that age.
On a more selfish note, this is a huge loss for The West Wing. I'm a very big fan of the earlier seasons, and even now I still watch it (mostly out of loyalty), but I imagine the show will deteriorate even further without "Leo McGarry".
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Don Adams
I just heard that Don Adams, best known as Maxwell Smart of Get Smart, died last Sunday, at the age of 82.
Apparently he also voiced the cartoon version of Inspector Gadget. I'm surprised I never realized that before, since his voice was so distinctive, but I've always been really bad at identifying voice actors.
Anyway, I used to watch Get Smart with my parents (in syndication, of course) and I was actually looking for a DVD version a few months ago, but none had been released yet. Maybe they'll put one out now.
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Saturday, June 18, 2005
visiting the TV graveyard
I seem to have a habit of getting attached to shows that no one else is watching. Most of the time they're pretty well-received by critics, but for some reason or another they don't do well in the ratings.
Most recently, I was hooked on the now-cancelled WB show Jack & Bobby, which focused on two brothers (not the Kennedys), one of which would grow up to the the President of the United States. Much like Everwood (also on the WB, but still running), it had many subplots not having to do with teen angst. During its one short season, the show tackled feminism, drunk driving, choosing religion, abortion, sexual harassment, and a variety of other politically-charged issues, while introducing a cast of richly imagined, flawed but compelling characters. Someone at WB should be fired for scheduling it against The West Wing, which has lost much of its lustre since Sorkin's departure, but is still mostly worth watching, and probably draws a similar audience.
I had similar experiences with Sports Night, a brilliant Aaron Sorkin comedy that only lasted two seasons, Mister Sterling, about a rookie politician learning the ways of Washington, and to some extent Futurama, which I thought was better than The Simpsons during its time.
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Monday, June 13, 2005
Korean soap operas
My mom recently discovered Korean soap operas, so now when my dad comes back from Taipei, he brings home a new series (on DVD) for her to watch. Lately, she's been watching All About Eve, which focuses on the stories of two Korean girls, and has (as far as I can tell) nothing to do with the American movie All About Eve. From what I hear, the Korean soap opera craze has spread all over Taiwan, and maybe Hong Kong and Japan. I wonder when the Taiwanese TV producers are finally going to realize people are sick of Chinese historical dramas.
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Sunday, March 06, 2005
ageism
I was having a discussion with someone last week at dinner, about the unfairness of being a kid. Kids can't use certain websites until they're over 13, they can't drive until they're 16, they can't see R-rated movies without their parents until they're 18, they can't vote until they're 18, they can't drink until they're 21, they are subject to various parental notification laws, and are in fact almost totally at the mercy of their parents.
The ageism debate came up again this weekend when we were watching a West Wing episode which featured a group of kids who were lobbying for a reduced voting age. They argued that it was unfair that laws could be imposed on a group who had no voting power, and that if children were given the vote, long term issues like Social Security might be given more consideration. I totally agree, and I think I've discussed this in the past. The only possible reason to deny children suffrage is the "undue influence" argument, which ignores the fact that many adults are also easily swayed by their families, churches, colleagues, and other groups. If a kid actually takes the initiative to register to vote, why shouldn't he/she be allowed to cast a ballot?
Another age-related limit I've never understood is the drinking age. The US has the highest drinking age in the world (Most countries set it at 16 or 18.) Furthermore, I travelled extensively as a kid, and as long as I was with my parents, I was never refused service of alcohol, except in the US. I'm convinced that our ridiculously high drinking age is one of the reasons that our country's universities have such a problem with binge drinking (another one is that we treat our college students like kids, which I'll address later). If it weren't illegal for pledges to drink alcohol, would fraternities bother? Approaching the issue from another angle, it also seems ridiculous that our government thinks that someone who is mature enough to be sent to fight a war for his/her country is not mature enough to consume alcohol.
Similarly, I remember being in high school, and going with my sister to see an R-rated movie, which had no violence, very little bad language, and I think one scene where a woman's breasts were visible. Horror of horrors! Since my sister was 13, even though my mother bought the ticket for her, she wasn't allowed to see the movie unless my mother also bought a ticket and watched the movie with us. Several of our friends' parents got really good at the "buy a ticket, walk into the theatre, and leave out the back door" routine. I'm not sure if maybe the movie theatres were just trying to make an extra buck, or what, but it was a silly charade.
Moving on to a stickier subject, I also disagree with the idea of statutory rape, as it is defined in the US. Many states do not define as statutory rape, sex between a underage male and an adult female. What gives? Teenage girls are too immature to give consent, but teenage guys aren't? In California, if a 18-year-old male has sex with a 17-year-old female, it's a misdemeanor. If a 19-year-old male has sex with a 16-year-old female, it's a felony. I still vaguely remember high school, and I have a bunch of cousins who are in high school now, and I really don't think that 16-year-old girls are all that innocent. Over the holidays, I happened to see part of an IM conversation between two 14-year-old girls, and let's just say that they had extensive "relationship" vocabularies.
The driving age is another stupid one. There are plenty of adults who are horrible drivers, and there's nothing to say that kids can't be great drivers. I argue that people shouldn't be given driver's licenses until they've logged a certain number of miles. So basically, anyone who is tall enough to reach the gas pedals should be able to get a permit. Once you get a permit, you can drive with your parent or guardian, and log miles until you reach 10,000 (or 20,000, or whatever). At that point you can take a test (which should include both parallel parking and driving in reverse) and get your license. My mother used to drive a 40 mile roundtrip to take me (and eventually my sister and brother) to high school, and you can bet she wanted us to get our licenses more than we did. By the time I was fifteen and a half, I was an expert at the Marin to San Francisco commute, and my mom used to sleep in the front seat on the way there. I'm pretty sure I would have been a safer driver than a lot of the crazy people I saw out there on the road.
Finally, there is the whole issue of college students being treated as kids. When I was at MIT, a pledge died after some fraternity ritual during which he drank 16 beers. His parents subsequently sued the school. I had no sympathy for the parents. No one was physically forced to drink anything. If they thought their kid was mature enough to go off to college, then he was mature enough to make his own decisions, and if he was stupid enough to drink himself to death (with or without peer pressure), that was his problem, and their problem, for not teaching him better while he was still a kid.
The problem is that a lot of parents in American society don't want to let go. They're not satisfied with having complete control of their children until they're 18; they want to keep controlling them while they go through college, and after. Since they can't actually be around to do so, they expect schools to do the parenting for them, which is completely ridiculous. The solution is not to police college students, who should rightfully be considered adults, but for parents to realize that the more freedom that they give their children while in high school and middle school, the more their children will learn about time management, and regulating their own behavior.
It all comes down to expectations. If parents expect children not to be able to handle things, they won't. If kids expect their parents to clean up the mess every time they screw up, they will. We should just give kids a little bit more freedom, and teach them to deal with it.
Then again, I'm probably still speaking from the perspective of the kid. We'll see what I think in twenty years.
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Monday, January 17, 2005
new music in commercials
Recently I've noticed some commercials being released in conjunction with their soundtracks. For example, the new commercial for Gap came out, with Lenny Kravitz singing "Lady" (to Sarah Jessica Parker's make-me-dizzy costume changes), at the same time that he released his new album "Baptism". Similarly, U2 came out with "Vertigo" at the same time the corresponding iPod commercial started to air. I'm blanking on other examples, but I'm sure there are more.
Is this a brand-new phenomenon? Have marketers suddenly decided that musical artists are the key to selling stuff? What gives?
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Friday, January 14, 2005
Iron Chef America
The first reviews are in, and apparently Food Network's new Iron Chef America is not horrible (see bugmenot.com), which is more than one could have said about UPN's version. Maybe I'll have to add it to my Tivo.
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