Bad Wobot!
It's that time of the year again - time to report on all the Christmas Booty
that Santa put under the tree for me.
Here's one item - the Bad Wobot T-shirt that Ethel got me. Yes, I know - it
says "Bad Robot", not "Bad Wobot". But this is the logo for the production team
that created the TV series "Lost", and when you see this logo, you hear a couple
of little kids exclaiming "Bad Wobot!" It's really, really cute, and it's difficult
to not
say "Bad Wobot!" with them. In fact, it's durn near impossible. I can wake up when
I don't want to, run and lift when I don't want to, eat what I don't want
to eat, go
to bed when I don't want to sleep (at least theoretically) - but when I hear that
little
"shuka shuka shuka" of the little robot running through the grass, and the "Boing"
that
is heard when the robot stops moving (due to the little spring on its head) I can't
help
it - I am destined, determined and duty-bound to say "Bad Wobot!" at that moment.
Ethel's really gone off the deep end on "Lost". When we get the disks for a season,
it
is difficult to stop her from watching an entire disk at once (that's four episodes).
Soon
we'll have worked our way through the first four seasons, and then she'll be disconsolate.
I don't have to watch the episodes, myself - I'm quite content to just watch the
end of
the credits, when the little kids say "Bad Wobot!" I've been known to sit there
for a long,
long time, just hitting Play-Stop-Rewind over and over again, replaying that two
or three
seconds of "shuka-shuka-shuka-BOING!-'Bad Wobot!'"
(I'm easily amused. When I first brought home a large-screen TV and DVD player back
in
January of Ought-Ought, I sat watching the menu for the "Matrix" play for the longest
:)
But Ethel has really gone OCD on Lost. I just checked our Netflix queue - Ethel
sent back
all three of our latest Misties (MST3K DVDs) in order to get the first three disks
of Lost,
Season 3. Now, three disks is twelve episodes; we have a two-day turnaround on DVDs
at Netflix because they have a local distribution outlet. So we could have sent
one of the
Misties back and still had two non-Lost disks. However, Ethel is terribly afraid
- she used up
the last season of Lost on Saturday, and has been in withdrawals ever since - eating
hot ham
and going cold turkey. She's not going to take a chance again on having to live
through a day
without watching Lost.
Today is a Wednesday. That means that I have a 5:30 OA meeting this evening, which
means
that I won't get home until around 7:15 tonight. It also means that I have
a long-run-and-
weight workout tomorrow; it means that I'll be setting my clock for 4:17 or 4:49,
depending.
But that's not what's going to happen.
Instead, when I get home, Ethel will be lobbying to watch an episode - or two -
of Lost. And
when that episode - or two - is over, she won't want to go to bed; she'll say "But
we can't
stop now! We just saw <insert plot element> and just found out that <insert
character and
plot revealiing flashback from sometime before the plane crash> and now we have
to find
out what happens next!" Meanwhile, the dishes will be stacked up, I'll have to set
up the
coffee, and Silas will be raising himself - someday he'll be sitting in some 12
Step Meeting
room somewhere, explaining how he grew up alone and abandoned while his parents
were
in thrall to a cliffhanger TV serial.
I hope that he finds therapy.
Meanwhile, I'll be sitting there at the end of the episode, pressing Stop-Rewind-Play
and
chanting "Bad Wobot!" (click...click...click) (shuka-shuka-shuka) "Bad Wobot!" :)
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