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It's started to smell like fall at last.
For some reason, I always connect fall with a sense of potential. It's probably an effect of the school year, but fall begins and spring ends, despite nature's contradiction. It might be an effect of TV pilots, because I get the same tingle with new shows (or the echo of it while rewatching old ones).
So, I'm rather sad that none of the new shows this have the tingle-potential. Usually I can feel the good ones coming when I read about them, like static in my stomach. I'll have to resort to Smallville S1 reruns and my Firefly DVDs just to remember. There are some genre midseason shows that have promise, but they're very far off, and I'm wondering if I've become jaded.
This ramble was brought to you by Livia's Twenty-One, and by the National Merit Scholarship Corporation, which needs an essay tomorrow that I Can't. Bloody. Write.
For some reason, I always connect fall with a sense of potential. It's probably an effect of the school year, but fall begins and spring ends, despite nature's contradiction. It might be an effect of TV pilots, because I get the same tingle with new shows (or the echo of it while rewatching old ones).
So, I'm rather sad that none of the new shows this have the tingle-potential. Usually I can feel the good ones coming when I read about them, like static in my stomach. I'll have to resort to Smallville S1 reruns and my Firefly DVDs just to remember. There are some genre midseason shows that have promise, but they're very far off, and I'm wondering if I've become jaded.
This ramble was brought to you by Livia's Twenty-One, and by the National Merit Scholarship Corporation, which needs an essay tomorrow that I Can't. Bloody. Write.