Winter Storm Nemo provided me with a weekend-long excuse to indulge in any number of distractions, and when I wasn’t out shoveling, grumbling all the while, I was warm indoors, watching the last two (one point five?) seasons of Spartacus. Being a passionate fangirl who forms lasting attachments to fictional characters, I have absolutely no business watching this show. Letting my affections get tied up with a bunch of gladiators, for god’s sake, can only mean one thing: I’m a closet masochist.
Proving that there is a time for everything, I tried Blood and Sand when it first aired, and if pressed would have said it was okay. Stylized, bloody violence and gratuitous sex have their place (ancient Rome, apparently), but something was lacking, and until recently I couldn’t have told you if it was on the show’s part or my own. Now I know it was a wee bit of both.
Cut to this past weekend and the blame I’m going to set down on tumblr’s doorstep. Several intriguing gifs taken from the show’s current season appeared on my dashboard and, what, with me being homebound due to the storm, one thought led to Why not?, which led to On Demand and a one day marathon session of the second season, Vengeance. When, blinking, I came out on the other side of it, I had set up a series recording for War of the Damned, and was left to wonder what I’d just gotten myself into.
During the first season when the show was trying to find it’s legs, I was trying to find empathy. Maybe I didn’t stick with it long enough, maybe the characters I would ultimately connect with weren’t there or hadn’t realized their potential; whatever it was, at that point in time the show wasn’t for me. Aspects of it still aren’t, honestly. But, for better or worse (and we all know worse is the more likely of the two), I’m hooked now.
I’d best start bracing myself, I suppose.
I have to admit being a bit jealous of everyone who got snowed in and was able to (or chose to) hunker down and read and watch stuff. We haven’t had a real ‘snow day’ around here for a couple of years now.
Of course that also means I didn’t have to shovel snow, and that is probably a good trade off. Glad you are safe and sound and did your best to enjoy the time.