Whitney (fellow tv slut) and I were chatting about how we really didn't have anything to post on the blog lately since nothing much had been going on on television. We're halfway through the winter hiatus and twiddling our thumbs waiting for beloved shows to return (Battlestar Galactica, Lost) and for new ones to start (Dollhouse, Castle, Kings).
To pass the time this Saturday night, we hunkered down with Firefly. Whitney had only seen the movie, Serenity, and her husband had never seen any of it. After the 2 hour pilot and the first hour episode, I'm hoping they are hooked. After all, they went home with the series and seemed excited about watching it. And so I'm walking around with the blush of one who has converted someone to the joys of a loved tv show.
I don't know about you guys, but when I find something I really like, be it a television show, a book, etc., I feel the need to inform as many people as possible and convince them that they will like it too. I'm not really sure why I feel the need to do this; I hope it's because I just want to spread the happiness and it's not borne of some deep-rooted insecurity (other people have to agree it's awesome for me to think I have good taste!), but in the end, it doesn't really matter. It feels good when you turn someone onto something you really like.
So she and her husband walked off into the night, fresh converts to the world of Firefly. I'm hoping to get them into Wonderfalls next, and then who knows? She did ask about The Vicar of Dibley.....*cue evil maniacal laughter*