You’re Not the Boss of Me Now

After watching RM1 get super excited that Oprah is leaving her show or something (I’m happily clueless about what’s going on) it reminded me of how much better my life became when I traded our TV and VCR for a summer of free (and disasterous) daycare back in the 90’s. It was like living in a whole new world, a quiet world, a peaceful world, a world of wonder that I was once again the center of. The only thing I missed about having a television was the hour of not having to entertain two boys each evening after dinner by putting them in front of the screen, and snuggling on the couch with my blanket and a movie (or a porn and some strange guy)(just kidding, I don’t like porn). Years later when the Daddy-O moved in we inherited a crappy little 19″ from a friend and gradually re-built our media viewing arsenal. I am now an On-Demand stalker-slut and I make no excuses for watching endless Family Guy, Robot Chicken and Color Splash episodes after bedtime. That and the “Free Movie” thing are were my only cable vices.

I have to confess that these last two weeks I’ve been feeling kinda crappy and have been seriously enjoying laying around wasting the days watching TV. For the most part, as I hope you already know, there’s nothing but pure shit on TV. No surprise there, right? But I’m not going to spend any time ranting about crappy television when I can say four words to redeem it all; Malcolm in the Middle. That’s all there is to say. Pure Fucking Genius. No other television show even begins to get it like MitM does.

It’s impossible for me to pick a favorite scene or episode, because they’re all brilliant. If I could rule the world, all TV would be Malcolm in the Middle, all day, every day.

Gotta run, I’m uh, busy. Yeah.

~RM2