Addictive

I’m gettin’ bloody addicted to Jericho. Since they started showing it on german tv a few weeks ago I have downloaded the whole first season and am now watching them a bit faster than they are shown on tv - but still spaced out enough to last me a while, because I heard the show got cancelled after this one season. I’m about halfway through and I think, so far it’s a brilliant show (no wonder it got cancelled). So good in fact that I am thinking of actually buying the DVDs when they come out, which is highly unusual for me. But then again, I just love stories where most of humankind gets wiped off the face of the earth, so this show wasn’t a hard sell on me.

Well, just a few minutes ago I read that CBS apparently decided to bring back Jericho for another season (or at least another 7 episodes for now) after strong protests from the fans. That’s what I call an encouraging sign that at least some networks actually listen to their viewers.
Of course, it could have something to do with the 50,000 pounds of peanuts that the fans bombarded the networks office with… LOL

I wonder what we would have to bombard the FOX office with to make them resurrect Drive? Car bombs would be my first idea, but I guess that’d be a case for the Homeland Security then. Ah well, whatever. Fox being Fox they wouldn’t be impressed by anything anyway. We’ve seen that already with Firefly… Now they’re gonna show us the last 2 episodes of Drive they already shot and call it the “season’s finale”. Yeah, right. Because the usual season of a tv show lasts for all of 6 episodes, uh huh. Bastards.

On another note: I am almost certain that I have met one of the actors, Lennie James, last week in London. On the tube, to be specific. I had about 10 minutes to watch him (and I’m afraid I stared at him quite blatantly) and I kept debating with myself if it was him or not. I actually wanted to check later if he even lived in London, but I totally forgot about it (early onset Alzheimers, I tell you). I just remembered when I watched the show again. Apparently Mr. James was born and raised in London, so it is not too improbable that it could’ve been him. That’s what I love about being in London: it really could have been somebody interesting. Not that it does make one jota of difference, really, since I would never approach any celebrity on the street anyway to ask for autographs or something.

By the way, I love the fact that you’re all apparently quite jealous of me for having been to London - again - but really there’s no need to be. London is very nice an’ all, and it’s certainly one of my favorite cities (though probably not for the obvious reasons), but really it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. It is just another town after all, only bigger…