I am going on vacation for a week to New Mexico as kind of a late honeymoon. We are visiting one of my wife’s mothers, which is all fine and dandy, but it is making me confront a huge phobia of mine: flying. Continue reading Lunchtime Poll: Phobia Edition
Finally, the post you’ve all been waiting for — my personal opinion on the top 10 best opening sequences in television. These are loosely ranked from last to best, because I’m non-committal and I let my emotions get involved near the end: Continue reading The Top 10 Best TV Opening Sequences
CAUTION: SPOILERS ABOUND.
I deal with TV shows the same way I deal with friends: I don’t have many, and the ones I have get my undying loyalty. I thought Revolution might be a new addition to my life because J.J. Abrams produced it. While I couldn’t get into Lost–I don’t like a large cast on TV any more than I do in my own life, apparently–I adored Alias, and spent the past summer binging on Fringe. Continue reading Do I Want To Be a Part Of This REVOLUTION?
If you asked me to list my favorite TV shows of all time, Lost would hold one of the first two spots. It usually alternates with The West Wing for the top spot depending on my mood. Like everyone else who watched this show, I was truly obsessed. Continue reading Boob Tube Guru: How Lost Helped Me To Embrace My Nerdiness
Recently I have been re-watching Lost from the beginning. This is unusual for me. I see something once, I like it or I don’t and that’s it. It is extremely unusual for me to re-watch a movie or reread a book. For me, Lost is an exception to every rule, which is probably why I’m currently obsessed with re-watching it from the beginning and I must say: it’s even better the second time around. This has lead me to the conclusion: Lost is the BEST TV show EVER. I mean it. If you don’t believe me, keep reading for my top five reasons on why this is for sure true. Promise I’ll try to keep it spoiler free in case you haven’t seen it (poor you). Continue reading Why Lost is the Best TV Show Ever
I’m a creature of solitude. When people remark, half-joking, half threatening, that I’m destined to become a crazy old cat lady, I often think to myself, well, at least the cats don’t talk back. Continue reading Click: My TV Dependence