I'm serious
You'll see
I'm working on my abs
I'm working on me
Oh, I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
-Wilco, "Kicking Television"
"Debox"
I took a mental health day today. The plan was to just sit around, watch TV, maybe go see a movie.
So, after the morning news wrapped up, I decided to flip over to TBS, hop in the wayback machine, and revisit those nutty kids on Dawson's Creek. And lo and behold, it's the episode where they lay Mitch Leery to rest. I thought this was just so serendipitous, because I've been meaning to write an entry about how some weird part of me thinks James Van Der Beek should play The Flash in any upcoming features centered on the Fastest Man Alive, because John Wesley Shipp played The Flash on the CBS series in the early 90's, and this whole Flash legacy thing makes absolute sense in my head. And then the entry would have really gone off the rails when I got into my silly little theory that Dawson's dad was actually Barry Allen in disguise, which would explain that he didn't really die in that car accident... he just went faster than the speed of light and was absorbed into the Speed Force. And it was breaking the light barrier that caused all of these weird ripples in time that'd explain why -- in the episode where he gets buried -- this spectral Mitch figure keeps popping up and reenacting people's memory of him.
I was all set to rewatch this episode and really delve into all of this, but no more than a minute into the intro, the cable went out. I didn't even make it to the Paula Cole singing. I don't think Dawson even had a chance to say anything. Bam. The cable went out.
And it still hasn't come back.
I have no idea how Clark Kent's first meeting with Oliver Queen went (although I'm pretty sure the dialogue was completely unnatural and there was at least one gaping plot whole). I don't know what past misdeed Earl Hickey's crossed off his magic karma list, and can't even imagine if Jim's started making goo-goo eyes at Quincy Jones' red-hot daughter. No clue. None.
I feel so cold. What's happening to me? What's going on? I'm shaking...
You'll see
I'm working on my abs
I'm working on me
Oh, I'm kickin'
Yeah, I'm calm
Oh, I'm kickin'
Television
-Wilco, "Kicking Television"
"Debox"
I took a mental health day today. The plan was to just sit around, watch TV, maybe go see a movie.
So, after the morning news wrapped up, I decided to flip over to TBS, hop in the wayback machine, and revisit those nutty kids on Dawson's Creek. And lo and behold, it's the episode where they lay Mitch Leery to rest. I thought this was just so serendipitous, because I've been meaning to write an entry about how some weird part of me thinks James Van Der Beek should play The Flash in any upcoming features centered on the Fastest Man Alive, because John Wesley Shipp played The Flash on the CBS series in the early 90's, and this whole Flash legacy thing makes absolute sense in my head. And then the entry would have really gone off the rails when I got into my silly little theory that Dawson's dad was actually Barry Allen in disguise, which would explain that he didn't really die in that car accident... he just went faster than the speed of light and was absorbed into the Speed Force. And it was breaking the light barrier that caused all of these weird ripples in time that'd explain why -- in the episode where he gets buried -- this spectral Mitch figure keeps popping up and reenacting people's memory of him.
I was all set to rewatch this episode and really delve into all of this, but no more than a minute into the intro, the cable went out. I didn't even make it to the Paula Cole singing. I don't think Dawson even had a chance to say anything. Bam. The cable went out.
And it still hasn't come back.
I have no idea how Clark Kent's first meeting with Oliver Queen went (although I'm pretty sure the dialogue was completely unnatural and there was at least one gaping plot whole). I don't know what past misdeed Earl Hickey's crossed off his magic karma list, and can't even imagine if Jim's started making goo-goo eyes at Quincy Jones' red-hot daughter. No clue. None.
I feel so cold. What's happening to me? What's going on? I'm shaking...
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