How I Updated My Blog

So remember like 5 months ago when I said I was gonna update this and change the "format" and all that?  Yeah, that went well, right?  Sure it did.  I'm trying something new this time and actually updating, and I'll do my best to update everyday.  There's really no excuse for my lack of updates, since I still have no job and basically no friends and therefore lots of time.  

However, since I have been wishing I could write for a pop culture outlet or something similar, I thought I might actually try that out on my own.  From time to time, I'll be posting my opinions regarding the shows I watch, the movies I see, good albums (or bad) that I may hear, and general ponderings on life in these United States... though different than the Reader's Digest versions.  And for starters, check this out.

It is a well-known fact amongst my friends and loved ones that I have a predilection for television addiction.  In fact, I sometimes hold off on shows that I hear are particularly good and engrossing to save myself years of sedentary couch time, but I usually fall victim anyway (see also: LOST).  However, it has been quite a while since I have been interested in a laugh-track sitcom, especially one on CBS.  Due to the writer's strike and the complete lack of ANYTHING on television (also since we are apparently Amish and don't have cable), Jack and I have taken to watching whatever's on.  This has led to hours of Deal or No Deal and other mindless variations.  So, when we flipped to How I Met Your Mother one Monday eve, we chose to watch it since it was the only non-reality show on at the time.

I am so glad.

I've had friends tell me for a while that this is a funny show.  Due to my previous addictions and the large amounts of DVDs on the shelves in our place, I tried to stay away.  I had plenty of Scrubs, The Office, Gilmore Girls, Six Feet Under, Sex and the City, and 10 whole seasons of Friends to entertain me (and that's just scratching the surface).  It didn't matter.  Something about HIMYM stuck with me, and it wasn't just Neil Patrick Harris.

HIMYM is one of the first shows I've seen that seems real.  It's less like a show and more like watching videos of old times.  The dialogue is the first thing I noticed that seemed believable.  The gang all talks like other people my age.  They have their own set of lingo, and that is certainly the case with my group too.  After that, I found myself drawn to Lily because we are so much alike.  She starts out as the lone girl in a sea of silly boys, dating a guy she's been with all through college and beyond.  She's fun and silly, and she can joke and drink with the boys.  It wasn't until later in the first season that I really saw myself in Lily, when she goes out to a bar with Robin and no one hits on her or even notices her, but they certainly notice Robin.  I don't mind not getting hit on by random strangers, but at the same time... I'm not invisible.  When I saw that, I knew this was the show for me.

So now, I'm addicted.  Sue me.  It's gotten to a fever pitch almost, where I have the third disc of the first season coming in tomorrow via Netflix BUT the mail doesn't get here until almost 4... and we just bought the second season with a Target wedding gift card (thanks Paul & Stef!)... so we'll just have to work backwards.  Eh, whatever.  It's not like I've got anything better to do.