I’ve mentioned before that my girlfriend and I watched Alias in its entirety last spring; in a bout of freakishly good timing, we worked through the first four box sets and torrents of the fifth season just in time to reach the actual airdate of the final two episodes. All told, it was a pretty good show, and I think people who detest the later seasons would probably do well to watch them in rapid succession (seaons three through five start off on shaky ground but come into their own a few episodes in).
In the ensuing months, she’s often expressed her fondness for the show. As in, “I miss watching Alias.” So for Christmas I bought her the complete series box set, which was probably worth it just for the stunning excess represented by the packaging. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that this would turn me into an enabler for a terrible addiction. She sat down last night to watch “part of an episode” as we ate dinner. A few hours later, she changed discs. An hour after that, I went to bed. Around 6 I woke up and heard the sound of voices coming from the other room and found her still watching — not asleep in front of the TV as I had expected, but wide awake and who knows how many episodes in. I’m thinking of staging an intervention.
Anyway. I may have thrown in the towel when it comes to comicking, but Talking Time’s very own unofficial comic (I guess, since this seems to be the only place the author is publicizing it) has just updated again. Warning: Nintendo Super Squad is nerdy, violent, vulgar and occasionally stupid. This is of course why it’s such a good read, but consider yourself warned anyway.
I feel like I sort of owe SF MUNI an apology for yesterday’s story. Not that MUNI is a stranger to frothing hatred, I’m sure, but the fiction I posted yesterday does not actually represent the full range of my opinions about San Francisco’s public transit system. It’s actually one of the better metro systems I’ve used, and it doesn’t really smell like a cat box most of the time. It certainly beats the public transportation where I grew up, which could basically be summed up as “doodly-squat.” I was a little spoiled after enjoying a week of Tokyo’s system at TGS, but I guess reliable trains are one of the perks that come hand-in-hand with the world’s highest cost of living.