As I've said before, TiVo is a beautiful thing. You can set up season passes to your favorite programs and request that every Cary Grant movie be recorded. And that is worth the cost of TiVo itself. Did I mention you can zip through commercials? Priceless.
I've noticed that long after some programs are over, their influence stays with me, although I'm not consciously thinking about them. I'm just going through my day, when I realize once again I have time and space and not-reality traveled to a place where I am IN the show.
For example, a new season pass that I have is for Animal Planet's Orangutan Island. By the way, I always pronounced this "o-rang-u-tang," which if you really think about it, sounds a little like "Orange Tang." Why did I think that was correct?
Anyway, I watched three episodes last night in a row. I've come to know some of these island residents, one or two by sight. I am falling in love, and that is the plan of the producers.
The whole time you're watching, the narrator, who sounds a little like LeVar Burton of Reading Rainbow [Yes, he has had other memorable roles, but really Reading Rainbow was the pinnacle of his career despite his "flashier" roles in Roots and Star Trek, if you ask me], is completely anthropomorphizing these animals, attributing all kinds of emotions to them. I don't know if they are really feeling all these things, but I want to believe that they are. Because I also want to believe that Zoe feels all of these complex emotions. So it's an easy leap for me to believe that "Reno" the orangutan is a mischievous adolescent who's climbing the social ladder of power. Let me interpret: this simply means he is the current owner of the precious empty water bottle that was floating down the muddy river. All of the orangutans on the block want one. Kind of like your teenager wanting the latest cell phone.
Later on, I was eating a grapefruit that I had cut into wedges, and when I had a piece fit horizontally to my mouth, I felt I was channeling Reno, although he is not dead. Yes, for the first time in my life except for when I went to prom, I felt like an orangutan.
LOST. I dream about it all the time. Soon I will write the post that explains why this show has taken such a prominent place in my thoughts, right next to Zoe and chocolate and gas prices and wondering what my college kids are doing (which I actually do not want to know.)
Last night I dreamed that one of the characters, Ben, slapped my husband in the back and broke his vertebrae. And when I punch in the numbers for our home security system at the keypad, I remember the mysterious numbers. (NOTE to burglars: The LOST numbers do do not work on our system. But if you do decide to get in a steal, do NOT steal TiVo or my dog. Or I will hunt you down and kill you. That is also how this show has influenced me.) Oh, one more thing, I have decided that if I ever get attacked, I'm going to head-butt my attacker as hard as I can because it seems that every character in this show has done this at one time or another, and they are faring pretty well, except for Chollie, who looks better dead than alive, if you like clean.
I've got more, but why unload them all at once? I mean, I've given you a lot of heavy stuff to think about here, right on a Sunday. Please do not let this post crowd out thoughts of your pastor's sermon. I'm guessing he'd have all kinds of narrated feelings about that.