Classic

“It’s January.  Masterpiece Classic Season!”
“What are you, a fifty year old woman?”
“Sometimes.”
– C. and Brando

I love PBS.  Even with the unexpected gift from the cable gods, still gracing our TV by the way with no end in sight, I flick back to my beloved public broadcasting at almost every commercial break. 

PBS has given me lots of fond memories.  The first time I saw The Marriage of Figaro (my favorite opera) was on a PBS station when I was nine, I’ve watched countless Nature episodes with my parents, Bill Nye the Science Guy and Wishbone when I was younger, and BBC America now that I’m older.  My particularly loves (currently) are Larkrise to Candleford and Sherlock Holmes…and whatever documentary is playing.

Does anyone else miss the Edward Gorey style animation sequence for Mystery! ? No one? Am I really that much of a hopeless nerd? Shutting up...

Some people’s entertainment lives cycle around the sweeps, but not I!  I live and die by PBS’s Masterpiece!  Contemporary I don’t really care for, but during Mystery and Classic season the TV is mine starting 8pm on Sunday evenings.  January is the kickoff for Classic season and I’ve already swallowed Return to Cranford and the first episode of Emma whole.  And!  Not content with just Sundays, I usually develop cravings (staring early January) for costume drama mini-series not currently airing, which means I get on a long waiting list at the local library and torture J. with those on weekdays as well.

J. is tolerant and does homework while I watch, and is occasionally firmly shushed when he commits the cardinal sin of speaking before a commercial break.

9 thoughts on “Classic”

  1. I cannot WAIT to watch both of those new ones, but Bart is too busy until next week to watch them with me and he’s begged me to wait for him. So, you know, I will. Because I am so kind.

    Love Masterpiece Theatre.

  2. I am hooked on Lark Rise to Candleford like sweetest crack. I’ve already seen the second half of season 1 and all of season 2, so right now I’m just catching up on the early episodes I missed. It can’t be much longer before I hit the point where I started, and I deeply dread the inevitable.

    P.S. – How hot was that exchange between Dorcas and the pissed off postal inspector? She was all up in his grill, eyes flashing, corset heaving. I thought they were going to do it right on the kitchen table.

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