Kate's Point of View

Have you ever seen the show Bones? I’m obsessed and I have Wonder Boy hooked on it, too. It’s got many of the same elements that make me like Law & Order SVU so much: grit and violence, good personal back stories, a little nerdiness, strong plot lines. I’m not saying this is true, but maybe Wonder Boy and I subscribed to Hulu for the sole purpose of watching the most recent season of Bones. Maybe.

Right now we are (im)patiently waiting for the next season to start up on network TV, which means we can’t cruise through a whole season in a few weeks. Last week we watched the season finale of last season and in it was a song called The Bowling Song by Raffi. Are you familiar with it? My guess is that very few adults know the song because it’s aimed at little kids and pretty annoying in that it can get caught in your head in no time. But when the song came on the show, I started singing right along. And they played whole song so I was thrilled and I think Wonder Boy was a little alarmed by my off key singing and knowledge of all the words.

So I know this song from working for five years at a local amusement park when I was younger. For three of those years I was in the children’s area and they played two (as in one, two) albums all day every day. That’s not a lot of variety. I don’t remember all of the songs. There was The Bowling Song, Dominic the Christmas Donkey and Octopus’s Garden (not the Beatles singing, I assure you). I’d love it if someone knew the others but I don’t have many people I keep in touch with from that area of the park.

I was trying to explain this to Wonder Boy, who definitely understood the horror of listened to two albums all day, every day for three summers. It got me fondly reflecting on my days at the amusement park. So for the next several days I’ll be sharing stories from then. Sex! (Not me, mom, don’t worry.) Intrigue! The adventures that result from a bunch of teens spending too much time together under the summer sun.

There’s vampire fever storming through my house. Tonight, after months of waiting for the DVD to become available, Wonder Boy and I watched disc 1 of season 1 of True Blood. We both love it!

Alan Ball is a genius when it comes to creating compelling television. We were hooked on Six Feet Under and I still miss those characters. (Towel Head… that was a low point. I couldn’t even make it through the whole movie I felt so nauseous watching it.) Wonder Boy goes on and on and on about American Beauty and what a great film it was. So when the opening credits of True Blood started and we saw his name, it was as if he was sitting there on the screen saying to us, “Welcome old friends. I look forward to spending the next several years together, so that I can inhabit your head with my wonderful creations.” And we accepting little groupies, just nodded and said to each other, “When do we get to watch the next disc?”

The only downside to True Blood thus far, and this is not much, is that the first disc was only two episodes. We are left wanting so much more. So bravo to the creators of this show for getting us hooked so quickly and I have my fingers crossed that I can get the next discs more quickly from the library.

Wonder Boy wrapped up an episode of Law & Order SUV, an addiction of mine, and were both lamenting what a terrible episode it was. The last 5 or 10 minutes just got more and more dumb to the point that you had to laugh. But still, it’s my show and I feel a need to defend it. So I started scrolling through the tav channel guy to prove that worse things were out there.

This is something that needs to be proven?

Really?

But I scrolled looking for something ridiculous, along the lines of bad, religious, local access television. What I got was SO much better. Steven Seagal Lawman on A&E TV.

Holy crap.

Watch an episode. No, not a full episode because I think you will lose too many brain cells to make it worth it. But, watch 5 minutes and be prepared to be confronted with some of the worst television out there. And worst tinted glasses. And worst pulling off a do-rag in a long time.