This weekend was a red weekend in Sweden. Friday was midsummer and even though it is not officially a holiday, everybody takes it off anyway – very French, in a way. I didn’t work Thursday (study day) and H8 was away with his mum all week, and the girlfriend was working so I had the weekend entirely to myself.
And I did nothing. Not a damned thing. I didn’t go to a midsummer party; I didn’t go out to a bar; I didn’t even, for the most part, put on any clothes. I sat at home, fiddled with the guitar, wrote a bit, slept a bit, made a big batch of polenta, and watched episodes 12 – 23 of “Heroes”.
Now I didn’t actually buy “Heroes”– no, I tracked it down on the Internet on one of the great many sites where you can see TV shows. ANY TV show at all, and for free, as the Flying Spaghetti Monster intended.
You don’t actually go into the site in question (Veoh) and search for ”Heroes”. No, they are smarter than that. Popular shows with powerful lawyers tend to have their names hidden. At the start the show WAS listed as “Heroes”, but then these were removed. Then it was ”H3ROES” which lasted for a while, and this weekend I found them under ”Future Painting Project”. And let’s see how long that one lasts.
Anyway, I glutted myself, staying up till four in the morning yesterday to watch the last episode. “Heroes”, if you don’t know, is a highly addictive series about people with exceptional powers – superheroes if you will, but done in painful realism and without the silly outfits. It is a bastard hybrid of X-men, Dallas and Seven that will have you up at night hurting for your next fix. It has more surprises and plot twists and sudden revelations that is healthy, and a fantastic 23-episode buildup to the mind-bending finale involving the total destruction of New York by a nuclear blast.
So that’s “Heroes”– now officially my number 1 TV show, slipping past Firefly, Battlestar Galactica and Six Feet Under (had to mention that last one so as not to appear a total nerd). If you have a single sci-fi loving particle in your soul, then see it at once. At once, I tell you! And if you arrive to work a bleary-eyed mess every day for a week, then don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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