My street slang is so five years ago.
Like most of my greatest TV obsessions, I got in late on
Heroes. See, I have this rule--or at least I did until a few months ago--where I don't watch TV on Monday nights. I'm not sure when exactly it became a rule. Probably back when I was working on my degree, and there was nothing on Monday nights I couldn't stand to miss (this wasn't quite before TiVo, but it was before TiVo made it into my house), and I figured there ought to be ONE night a week devoted to studying instead of television. Since then I've used Monday nights to get stuff done, or to catch up on reading, or, more recently, to hang out and watch movies with the hubby. Monday nights weren't for television. That's why I didn't give
Heroes a shot from the beginning.
But then, as obsession-worthy shows are wont to do, it started to generate a lot of talk. On the web, among my friends, even among my family, people kept telling me what a great show this was, and that they couldn't believe, superhero comic book geek that I was, that I wasn't watching it. I explained my Monday night rule, and resolved to stand by it--at least until I found out Jeff Loeb, author of some of the best
Batman stories ever and future writer for
Buffy: Season 8, was a co-executive producer and staff writer. I couldn't just keep turning my nose up at
that.So I tuned in on a Monday night. And tuned right back out again. What can I say? It was a slow episode. Did I mention that it took me a season and a half to start liking
Farscape?
Thank Heaven for rerun marathons on the SciFi channel and slow TV nights. A few weeks after my initial attempt to give it a chance, my husband chose just such a night to go to bed early. I turned the TV on for company while I worked on my knitting. It was SciFi, it was a
Heroes marathon, and I didn't feel like surfing to see what else was on.
I started out knitting and ignoring. And then I was listening. Soon, I was watching, and wishing I could keep Hiro Nakamura for a pet. Then a shot of a cheerleader flayed open on an autopsy table ended with her
coming back to life, and that was the
end of the episode, and oh my LORD how could they end it like THAT and I had to see more NOW.
I watched the rest of the marathon. By the end, I was pretty much hooked.
Thanks to more marathons and Friday night reruns on SciFi, it didn't take me long to catch up. It was the last run of new episodes, though, that got me to declare this my new favorite show, and very possibly a brand new obsession. I haven't been anywhere near
obsessed with a series since
Buffy went off the air four years ago, so that's really saying something. The last few weeks of hiatus have been both excruciating and exquisite, and most importantly, finally over. New episodes start tonight, leading up to the season finale, and these are the questions that are burning in my little fangirly heart:
- Is Peter dead?
- Is Mohinder?
- Is Not-Bad Glasses Daddy, who, by the by, has gone from awesomely menacing to just plain AWESOME? Is Mama Bennett dead, too? And OMG, what about Mr.
Bojangles Muggles?
- Is Sulu evil?
- Is Mama Petrelli evil/in bed with Linderman/working against Linderman/really protecting Claire?
- Who's Claude hiding? Are he and the Hatian in it together?
- Is Nathan going to find out about Claire? Will they finally get to meet? Will Claire's two daddies team up to protect her and help save the world?
There are more, and I'm sure after tonight's episode there will be a whole new list. I can wait for answers. I'm just thrilled I don't have to keep waiting for this wonderful show to sweep me away.
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