Thursday, September 6, 2012

Pretty Little Liars/Black Tar Heroin, Same Diff


That little grey box on my big grey box (my tv, it sticks out a foot and a half from the wall and let's call it "old school") has got me pretty cheezed.  And I wish I could tell you it was because I'm on the edge of my seat over something cool and adult like what Walter White is going to do to Tuco or what whoever Steve Buscemi plays on Boardwalk Empire is going to do to...prohibition?  Is that what that show is about?  No, in the last 3 days I've gotten hooked on Pretty Little Liars.



 And when I say "hooked" I mean hooked, blowing through 10 episode in a way that feels more like a compulsion than something that I'm fully enjoying for the pleasure of it- although there is that, too.  I imagine that hitting the button for the next episode is satisfying the same nagging need that trichotillomania sufferers give into by pulling out their hair.  And I'm none too pleased that the episode I'm super annoyed I don't get to watch has a description that says the girls go "glamping."  OH, UGH.  What have I become?  Maybe I'm regressing because one of the witches from Charmed plays a mom on it (I'm 100 years old) and since that show was my preteen jam it's soothing to me on the same subconscious level that sleeping with your childhood blanket might be.  Or maybe I'm over thinking the fact that I'm into a show where attractive young people are caught up in a mystery- duh, I love anything spooky or who-dun-it-y.  I could probably get into a show where people just mouth things to each other so I can't hear or understand, but I'm pretty sure someone's been killed.

I got started on Monday when I was feeling a little couch-bound after my friends Evan and Emily's wedding, which I figure I'll probably write about a little more when I have more pictures than these:


The next of the 4 weddings I'm attending this fall is in 3 weeks...I hope I don't keep spiraling further backward and develop an iCarly obsession afterward. Or do I?  I don't even know myself anymore.  I need to go do something really intellectual and pretentious, like read a book written in Latin for fun.  Or maybe I'll just try to refresh Netflix.


4 comments:

  1. I did the exact same thing a while ago, and now find myself watching the new episodes on Hulu the next day, I would totally watch them the night of, but my fella put his foot down when it comes to Pretty Little Liars, haha! There is just something so wonderfully silly and fun about the show that I find myself getting way to wrapped up in it. Glad to hear I'm not the only 28 year old who is kind of obsessed with it!

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    1. Ahh it's so good! I seriously did figure out the Netflix situation as soon as I posted that so it's on right now haha. Yeah I don't think my dude would be on board with this either, he can handle Honey Boo Boo but I don't want to push my luck. 28 year old teenagers for the win!

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  2. 1. isn't it funny how actors/actresses can make us feel sort of nostalgic so we watch them in other roles just because we liked them so much way back when? i don't really like two and a half men so much, but i always watch it because i used to love ducky in pretty in pink!

    2. i had to laugh when you said your tv stuck out 1.5 feet from the wall because mine does too! not too long ago a guy on npr made the comment, "no one even has tube televisions anymore" and it made me feel so lame. glad i'm not the only one! hahaha!

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    1. Okay so you just accidentally tapped into one of my deepest shames...I've never seen Pretty in Pink! I know, I know. I've got a weird thing where there are really iconic movies I haven't seen, like that or Taxi Driver, but I've seen crappy ones like Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit a million times. It'll happen someday! On my giant tv!

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