How Mad Men Met Your Mother
Oct 24th, 2008 by jennifer
Such a strange day off. I had a few days off, went back to work for one day, and then I’m off until Monday. It isn’t as if I can’t be at work one more minute or I’ll have a breakdown (although that was the case a week ago). So many of the things I’ve been pining to get my hands on, I’ve touched.
Mostly, I’ve touched the remote.
I have been accused of being obsessive. I guess you could call it that. I think of it as passionate. When I immerse myself in something, I like to be completely immersed. This is why there are toys all over my house. Not my kids toys, my toys. There are yarn toys, weaving and spinning toys, sewing toys, jewelery-making toys, art toys, photographic toys (some of these are my husband’s and daughter’s), cooking toys (also my husband’s), and books. Books are everywhere, well, everywhere there isn’t yarn. But I digress…
Being a passionate person who tends to immerse herself in whatever tickles her fancy, it is usual that I find myself having television marathons of only one show or movie. I spent the better part of a week last year watching every Barbara Stanwyck movie I could get my hands on (and I already had quite a complete collection) while fiendishly sewing. Earlier this week, I watched both seasons of Mad Men. A week or so before, the entire first season of Chuck. Up this weekend, Pushing Daisies, Season One. Fortunately (for whom, I don’t know), I can’t sit still and just watch. I need to knit, sew, make jewelery, or do something else. It can often appear as if I am accomplishing something worthwhile. Actually, it’s just binge-eating media.
I have one good friend who is an admitted pop tart. Her habits are different from mine, however. She faithfully DVRs her favorites every week and watches them within days of their original air date. I don’t have cable television so my watching is limited to the internet (streamed through my television and stereo) or via dvd or itunes. I don’t feel compelled to watch shows as they are on. As a matter of fact, I’d prefer not to. I enjoy watching several episodes back to back and can’t imagine sustaining any kind of interest if I had to wait a week or two between viewings.
Today, I’m feasting on House, Season 5. Although last season’s finale was a doozie, I figured if I had to wait all summer to find out what happened next, a couple extra weeks would fly by. And then I’d be able to have a mini, 5-episode marathon.
I know that my daughters are the same way about viewing. The four of us spent many an hour of couch time watching and rewatching Buffy and Angel back in the day. When Jessye had her wisdom teeth out, her only request was a How I Met Your Mother binge. I lost Olivia for a day when Pushing Daisies came out on DVD. Mark thought she had the flu because she spent an entire sunny day in her room (with her dvd player tucked into her bed with her). He thinks that it’s bad for us. But serisouly, you never wanted to stay awake for an entire weekend watching Deadwood (and how do you turn it off after one episode and walk away)?
Then tell me, what is your guilty pleasure?
