I haven’t been watching a lot of TV lately. For one thing there’s not that much interesting to watch and for the other TV is something that I try to cut back on, so that I can spend my time more wisely. And tv is an energy sucker. Like a vampire it can suck the life force out of you, unless you hang in front of it, unable to get up and go to bed, or even to turn it off.
I know, because there have been times when I spent my entire day in front of the tube, hopping from one sitcom to the other. My husband dreaded the sound of canned laughter coming out of the living room, where I supposedly worked on my dissertation. While this was an excellent way to procrastinate, I then set up my newly built study in a way that forbid watching tv while working. And it served me well, work is going better without tv. (And then there came the internet and blogs…)
But as I said, I haven’t been watching a lot of tv lately. The only thing I have been looking forward to is “Buffy the vampire slayer”. Every week I’d tape the latest episode or two and then the next day I’d sit in down in front of the tv and enjoy my funny horror teen show. I’m not quite sure, why I like it so much, my husband for example thinks it’s stupid.
Last Friday I sat down, rewind the videotape and then, – no episode of Buffy. Nada. Obviously I had taped some film I had never heard of. I was furious. Not for a second did I think, I had programmed the VCR wrong,. And I was right. The channel showing my weekly tv show had decided to move it to another time, or to skip it altogether. This was especially annoying, since there was no warning the week before, and it was the final episode of season two where the big story arch of the whole season was about to be released. And it’s one of the most dramatic episodes of the whole show.
(Buffy has to kill the love of her life, a, um, vampire, who had been one of the good guys, then lost his soul (and she thinks it’s her fault): just in the moment, when she is about to thrust her sword through his heart, he gets his souls back, they tell each their eternal love, but she has to kill him anyway, in order to save the world. Best greek tragedy. (And no, I despise soaps.))
I was so upset that I spent the rest of the evening in front of the computer violating my very own ‘no computer in the evenings’-rule. First I tried to find out where the missing episode had gone. Then I tried to buy and download it from the iTunes music store, but since I’m living in Germany, no films to buy.
Those of you familiar with Buffy might ask “Why is she so upset? The show has been over for years.” And it’s not as if I had never seen that particular episode. I have seen it at least two times. Because the final season of “Buffy the vampire slayer” had been aired years ago. Maybe in 2002 or so. And afterwards I lent the whole series on DVD from a student of mine and watched it all again, but without annoying advertisement breaks and in English. So even I was flabbergasted, why did this make me so sad. Why do I love a show about a teenager fighting vampires so much? I don’t know yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.
But sad I was. And angry. I wanted my season finale. And then it hit me – I could go and buy it on DVD! I haven’t spent any money on comics, books or CDs in September, and since I had made a budget, I could spend it all on Buffy DVDs. So I went online and ordered season 2 and 3. Ha! I’ll watch the season finale and then the whole of season 3 and then season 2 and 3 again. For weeks. (I hope. This might turn into a Buffy-athon, ahem. I’ll ask my husband to remove me from the tv set with force at 10 p.m….) And I don’t have to watch annoying advertisement, or minutes of trailers for whatever film the channel is promoting this week until I don’t know any longer what I had been watching before the break.
And I’ll watch it in English! And the whole of the show. No more cutting off the final scene to announce whatever monstrous thing is up next. Ha! Take that tyranny. I’m becoming independent.
Though I really don’t know why I like this particular show so much. It is disturbing.
It looks great.
I don’t have the patience or the necessary skill to make things myself. I’d like to think of myself as handy or talented in some way, but it’s just not true.
I’m quite pleased to have a new word for my sister to describe herself. She does sew, and last year got herself into trouble taking too many jobs altering prom gowns, because she is a household snail. Love it.
Very Nice!
You should be very proud of yourself. The bag looks smashing, and I love the colours.
I’ll defininitely post about the making of your groceries bag on my blog (it made me giggle).
Thanks for putting in my Flickr!
It’s beautiful!
And thank you for the term “Haushaltsschnecke.” (I rather think I’m one.)
Anne
I think i have bag envy!
This is beautiful!
Funny, I’ve just been thinking lately about getting back into sewing, but I have a terrible machine. It would take quite an investment in order to ease that frustration that would almost surely end my urge to sew.
I, too, am a Haushaltsschnecke.
um, i think you are a superhero.
you must be. and that bag is money.
beautiful colours!
awesome! i only wish i had the mental power to accomplish something like that although i once managed a pair of doll size pajama pants that were intended for a human size person…
did i mention that my middle name is calamity?