I’m usually pretty half-arsed about most things. I have to be really convinced something is a bloody good idea before I’m going to be levered off the couch and into action. But there are a few things that I do commit to, and do in a full-arsed kind of way.
One of them is lemonade icy-poles. Always had a soft spot for them and I will admit, on more than one occasion, to giving myself the most amazing heart-burn by eating six or seven in one go.
My lemonade icy-pole binges have nothing on my TV series binges, though. Emergency Contact and I have had some absolute shockers in the last eight years. I‘m not totally embarrassed about it... just mostly. It reminds me that I am never going to be the hard-headed adult who can’t suspend disbelief.
Upsettingly, though, these exposure levels reveal how porous and easily warped my prefab personality is. I used to joke that if there was no-one else in the room, I had no definable personality characteristics. I don’t joke about it anymore. Once we sat down and watched an entire season of The Sopranos and I had to resist calling everyone goombas and craved baloney sandwiches for a week afterward. My Star Trek: Next Gen festival left me unable to say "yes", rather than, “Make it so!”
There have been upsides. Mentioning that you’ve just completed a two season Dexter weekend means a lot of people leave you alone. My West Wing marathon, which left me a Wing Nut, made me smarter, able to do 14 things at once, and able to accurately recall any set of figures on any subject. I wasn’t able to impress many people with my new debating talents because I insisted on doing all my talking while walking and I have quite long legs, but hey, swings and roundabouts. (I want funded swings and roundabouts for every underprivileged public school attached to the Lafferty Bill going before the sub-committee next week and we’ll use it as leverage on the farmer’s strike news-cycle. Hey, what did you say you were having for lunch?)
The new binge is not harmful or helpful. It’s just a bit jarring. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m in the thick of a Buffy The Vampire Slayer attack, and it’s affecting my mind. EC and I have watched so much that we’ve sort of convinced ourselves that we’re just very quiet members of the Scooby Gang. Coming up to lunch time today, I found myself wondering what Giles was going to have to eat. I trust his judgement you see. I think he’s got good taste.
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