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You can tell this false, because I don't get killed.
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Scuttle Buttin'
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You must be 'all that', as I've heard it put.
I mean, I don't like to brag or anything, but...
prettyserpentine
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Put your money where your mouth is. I don't want to sound like a bitch or anything, but you seem to chicken out or come up with abundant excuses.
Personally?
I think... You suck. And you're just scared to admit that you're not as good as a bunch of girls.
It's okay.
Shhh.
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Scuttle Buttin'
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I'll just let my score do the talking for me.
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I laughed so hard about this that I cried. I'm still cracking up over it.
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Man, The Killing is fucking BLEAK.
prettyserpentine
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I am so addicted to Orange Is The New Black.
Anybody else watching it?
Anybody else watching it?
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Nearly finished it. So good.
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I'm almost done with the first season. So excited to see if Miss Claudette gets her happy ending with Baptiste.
And I can't decide whether or not I like Piper... She can be so cold sometimes.
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*deep breaths* About to finish OitNB . . . hope a certain psychopath gets what she deserves.
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I'm watching 'Little Mustachioed Shit' right now!
Totally hate Vee. Beginning to hate Taystee.
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When I was 12 or 13, I was invited to a party by a friend of mine whose brother was in the Sixth Form and was having his 17th birthday - I think the parents thought they might be too embarrassed to behave too badly with kids in the house, or maybe they just felt sorry and didn't want him to be ignored all night. Anyway, there I was with the coolest people I'd ever encountered (is there anyone cooler to a 12 year old than a 17 year old who smokes and drives?), assuming they would all ignore me but just excited to be around them and listen in.
Nonetheless, I was fairly tall for my age, and one girl actually engaged me in conversation about something she'd been watching called Twin Peaks. She obviously assumed I'd been watching it too, and I tried hard to pretend I had. It didn't take her very long to find out I'd been lying, desperate to get her to keep talking to me. But in the little bit of time she'd discussed the show I was hooked. I was thrilled by the sound of it - and most of all by the idea that it was, in some circles, OK to be clever, or even pretentious. That sometimes one didn't have to hide the fact that one liked books and ideas - that in some places, and with some people, one might not have to pretend one was stupid to avoid being beaten up. (I went to a dire school in a godawful little town.)
Needless to say, it was on past my bedtime (no TVs in one's room in those days) and I wasn't allowed to watch it. And none of my classmates watched it, or were remotely interested. So Twin Peaks became, for me, a symbol of another, forbidden, world - a world of ideas, and difference; of strangeness and pleasure. It's no exaggeration to say that confusing conversation, with the plot of a complex show relayed to me in five minutes over the sound of loud music, changed my life.
I left that school at 16 and went to Sixth Form college - set up a band and a comedy group, acted, wrote experimental plays and even staged them at proper theatres; I fell in love with a girl simply because she brought me a napkin full of wild cobnuts; I went to university and read poetry under willow trees, feeling the words dance across my mind as the water ran between my toes - as delicious and thrilling. Everything I have ever done since that moment, more than half my life away - every attitude I have struck, every sense of conscious difference from the norm, and self-pride, and experimentation, was sparked by that third-hand, desperately diffused relaying of a TV show.
It became so important to me that I dared not buy it on DVD. I felt that it had entered my life as unexpectedly and miraculously as a dragonfly on the wrist, and that if I were to deliberately seek it out the magic would fade. So it hovered, seen glimpsingly over the decades - references to cult shows on Channel 4 documentaries, brief glimpses on Youtube, passing mentions in comparison with other shows. I had long since forgotten any details of the plot or characters - it had become devoid of all meaning except the symbolic.
Then, just a week ago, idly scrolling down the free box-sets on BT Vision, jammed under endless episodes of Scrubs, I saw it. Twin Peaks - the First Season only. I actually caught my breath. I did not press the button for over a minute, conscious that one should never meet one's heroes. It would be dated, I reasoned - it could not possibly carry the weight of all the meanings that my desperate, lonely, fragile 13 year old self had piled onto it. But, at last, I pressed the button.
I watched every episode over the next three days. From the opening titles - that slow, melancholy, elegiac thrush, and the meditative close-ups at the saw-mill, and the flowing waters, and the urgently simply theme tune, I was utterly lost. It was everything I had dreamed of, and far more. For those more savvy media types who would long have sought it out if they hadn't seen it at first the effect could not have been so profound - but to me, it was like a dedicated theatre-goer who had somehow never encountered Shakespeare.
No Series Two, though, damn it. I shall not buy it. I shall be patient.
Anyway - sorry for the world's most belated review. I hope I haven't given away any spoilers! But this thread seemed the most appropriate place to share my blessed state. I feel as if my whole body has been turned into a silver bell, and then struck so gently with a perfect crystal hammer that I am still reverberating; and as if every harmonic of those reverberations contains within itself further melodies, partitas, symphonies, endlessly unfolding, and that the tune they are playing is me, but a better me. A me that was there all the time, under the compromises, the shameful acts of self-cowardice we all engage in when we take the world's way and not our own.
That's what good television can do. I'd always known it in theory, but in practice the experience was revelatory.
Nonetheless, I was fairly tall for my age, and one girl actually engaged me in conversation about something she'd been watching called Twin Peaks. She obviously assumed I'd been watching it too, and I tried hard to pretend I had. It didn't take her very long to find out I'd been lying, desperate to get her to keep talking to me. But in the little bit of time she'd discussed the show I was hooked. I was thrilled by the sound of it - and most of all by the idea that it was, in some circles, OK to be clever, or even pretentious. That sometimes one didn't have to hide the fact that one liked books and ideas - that in some places, and with some people, one might not have to pretend one was stupid to avoid being beaten up. (I went to a dire school in a godawful little town.)
Needless to say, it was on past my bedtime (no TVs in one's room in those days) and I wasn't allowed to watch it. And none of my classmates watched it, or were remotely interested. So Twin Peaks became, for me, a symbol of another, forbidden, world - a world of ideas, and difference; of strangeness and pleasure. It's no exaggeration to say that confusing conversation, with the plot of a complex show relayed to me in five minutes over the sound of loud music, changed my life.
I left that school at 16 and went to Sixth Form college - set up a band and a comedy group, acted, wrote experimental plays and even staged them at proper theatres; I fell in love with a girl simply because she brought me a napkin full of wild cobnuts; I went to university and read poetry under willow trees, feeling the words dance across my mind as the water ran between my toes - as delicious and thrilling. Everything I have ever done since that moment, more than half my life away - every attitude I have struck, every sense of conscious difference from the norm, and self-pride, and experimentation, was sparked by that third-hand, desperately diffused relaying of a TV show.
It became so important to me that I dared not buy it on DVD. I felt that it had entered my life as unexpectedly and miraculously as a dragonfly on the wrist, and that if I were to deliberately seek it out the magic would fade. So it hovered, seen glimpsingly over the decades - references to cult shows on Channel 4 documentaries, brief glimpses on Youtube, passing mentions in comparison with other shows. I had long since forgotten any details of the plot or characters - it had become devoid of all meaning except the symbolic.
Then, just a week ago, idly scrolling down the free box-sets on BT Vision, jammed under endless episodes of Scrubs, I saw it. Twin Peaks - the First Season only. I actually caught my breath. I did not press the button for over a minute, conscious that one should never meet one's heroes. It would be dated, I reasoned - it could not possibly carry the weight of all the meanings that my desperate, lonely, fragile 13 year old self had piled onto it. But, at last, I pressed the button.
I watched every episode over the next three days. From the opening titles - that slow, melancholy, elegiac thrush, and the meditative close-ups at the saw-mill, and the flowing waters, and the urgently simply theme tune, I was utterly lost. It was everything I had dreamed of, and far more. For those more savvy media types who would long have sought it out if they hadn't seen it at first the effect could not have been so profound - but to me, it was like a dedicated theatre-goer who had somehow never encountered Shakespeare.
No Series Two, though, damn it. I shall not buy it. I shall be patient.
Anyway - sorry for the world's most belated review. I hope I haven't given away any spoilers! But this thread seemed the most appropriate place to share my blessed state. I feel as if my whole body has been turned into a silver bell, and then struck so gently with a perfect crystal hammer that I am still reverberating; and as if every harmonic of those reverberations contains within itself further melodies, partitas, symphonies, endlessly unfolding, and that the tune they are playing is me, but a better me. A me that was there all the time, under the compromises, the shameful acts of self-cowardice we all engage in when we take the world's way and not our own.
That's what good television can do. I'd always known it in theory, but in practice the experience was revelatory.
prettyserpentine
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Just finished it!! Miss Rosa is so totally my hero!!
What an awesome series finale
Can't wait to see what Season 3 brings.
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That was a beautiful review, Des! And for a worthy show. I still haven't seen the second season, though sadly it has been spoiled to me. One day.
I literally laughed so hard that I cried. Then I just cried sad tears because it was over D=
What do I binge-watch now?!
Just finished it!! Miss Rosa is so totally my hero!!
What an awesome series finale
I literally laughed so hard that I cried. Then I just cried sad tears because it was over D=
What do I binge-watch now?!
Scuttle Buttin'
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Justified!
prettyserpentine
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I actually have this in my Netflix queue. Might give it a go.
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Alright, alright, I've heard you sing its praises quite a lot on here so . . . guess I may as well queue it too!
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Justified. Who knew?
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Finally getting round to watching Winter Soldier! Much better use of time then packing. *nods sagely*
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Alright, it's that time! Walking Dead premiere! I know that a few people have to wait to watch it, so whenever you feel like talking/crying/wringing your hands over it... I'll be here. And any other shows, it's been a good couple of weeks for premieres. Anyone?
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