Among the hibernation projects has been catching up on TV on DVD/streaming. The aforementioned Breaking Bad and Dexter were great, and the latest craze has been Battlestar Galactica. BSG reminds me of that feeling you had as a kid watching Star Wars wishing you could pilot the Millenium Falcon. BSG is that rare show that deals in adult themes and issues, asking big questions of religion and science and the meaning of life, but also just makes me want to shoot a frakkin’ (BSG curse) gun, pilot a Viper spaceship, and kick some Cylon ass. It’s simply thrilling to want to project myself into the action again. It’s been a while, for as much as I love Dexter, I don’t want to do what he does. But I’d be Apollo or Adama just like I wanted to be Han or Luke.
And the other show stealing the hearts and minds of those in know is Lost. Funny to see the same method of marketing employed on both shows final seasons. Lost is using this currently:
But they both totally ripped off Dan Brown and The Da Vinci Code which did this one a few years ago. That amazing movie adaptation was the first time most people saw this image:
Does anyone give up anything for Lent anymore?
Fat Tuesday always reminds me of the one gloriously debauched weekend we spent in New Orleans after driving straight through the day and night from college in Milwaukee. It’s a town which allows everyone in the car to drink except the driver. A town with drive-thru frozen alcoholic beverage stops. And it allows drinks in the streets like the Hand Grenade and Hurricane.
Once we arrived in the Big Easy we drove to different parades with a keg on the back of a truck, stopping at signal lights to get out and refill along the way. It was like the classic un-PC named, Chinese Fire Drill.
For the Beads! Crappy plastic beads and the women who wanted them. What we all would do to get more beads. Why? Does Mardi Gras even “work” on a person over the age of, say 25? Could I ever go back and enjoy it the way I did my senior year of college?
I doubt it. Just like I keep saying that if I don’t go to the SXSW music festival before I turn 40, I won’t be able to fully enjoy it. I can’t even imagine experiencing (at least enjoying) that many live bands now.
Maybe I’ve missed my window on that one. But I’m still holding out for Sundance and Cannes someday. I know I can enjoy watching movies at 9am and classy parties at night. I know it. Invite me, someone. But I want to go with a purpose. What’s my purpose? I gotta find it.
And to conclude the ramblings of a mad (men fan) man…
I ask you what, if anything, are you giving up for Lent?
And are you eating Filet O’ Fishes on Fridays?