There’s a lady on the internet named Marianne. She’s really funny. This humor might be the necessary outlook of someone who actually lives in Montana on purpose. Since we always make each other laugh I asked her if she would write a guest post, and she’s come up with a winner. After you read this post by Marianne, check out her site Comedy of Errers & find her on Twitter.
I live in Montana where we are very serious about winter. It lasts most of the year, and it can get to a temperature where you get to know your nose hairs individually. During this time, I turn to the only true solace one can have when you don’t want to leave the house for days on end: television series on DVD and Netflix.
I watch a lot of television in the winter. Some may say too much, but they would be wrong. I’m sure the temporary side effects I incur from three days of continual media exposure are perfectly normal.
Last winter I watched seasons 1-4 of Grey’s Anatomy in about a week. It made the -15 degree weather seem not so bad, until I had to go to the doctor. I found myself wondering who was sleeping with whom in the medical supply closet. I may have looked in one just to be sure. (You’re not supposed to look in those closets, by the way.)
During a week of constant House episodes, I diagnosed myself with an incurable liver disease, hemoptysis, and possible radiation poisoning. All which could have occurred from over-exposure to my television. (It’s one of the old ones you can’t hang on the wall without a shelf.)
When 24 was on, my husband and I would watch the series in 24 hours at my in-laws’ cabin over Christmas break–a feat hard to do when you have young children. You must be very dedicated; more to the TV show than to your children. By the end, my husband and I would drive really fast, yell often and, for no reason, threaten to torture our relatives. (I think a lot of people we visit during the holidays were happy this tradition ended.)
Nothing much happened during the Beverly Hills 90210 week-a-thon. Unless you count the weekend cyber stalking I did to find out what happened to the cast members. (Jason Priestly was recently on Psych, by the way. They just need Dylan to make it complete. Or make me complete.) And I think it’s perfectly normal to occasionally ask, “What would Brenda, Kelly, Donna do?”
Right now, I’m watching Ally McBeal. It brings back memories of college. I remember watching the show after I took the LSAT, pretty sure I had failed it, thinking how lucky Ally was to be an attorney in really short skirts. It also reminds me of being a single female and using Ally as my spokesperson. I wanted to change the world; I just wanted to get married first. (I passed the LSAT, by the way, and ended up at the University of Iowa Law School where I met my husband. I’m pretty sure none of that would have happened without Ally.) So far there don’t seem to be any noticeable side effects, but can anyone recommend a good theme song?
Maybe I’ll start reading more instead. I just got a couple Outlander books and it’s highly unlikely I’ll start thinking I have scurvy. No one gets scurvy anymore. Especially not in my neighborhood. I think I’ll go eat a couple oranges, though, just in case.
What TV show marathons have you done?