"Do you want to watch the rest of Asphalt Jungle?"
I shook my head and reached for the HMV bag I had left on the coffee table. "Look what I got!" I exclaimed as I hauled Queen of the Damned from inside the plastic depths.
Scott frowned. "I thought you tried to watch that once and only made it five minutes in?"
"Yes but that was before I found out that Paul McGann played David Talbot." I frowned. "To be honest, he's not exactly what I had pictured but that's alright. Mindless fun ahoy!"
"Errr. We still have half of Asphalt Jungle to get through."
"Mindless fun!"
Scott looked around, searching for anything. "I have an episode of Celebrity Family Fued with the casts of Three's Company and The Ropers."
I sighed. "You really don't want to watch this, do you?"
"Not even a little."
Showing posts with label Paul McGann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul McGann. Show all posts
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
There can be only one...
I was flat on my stomach, stretched out on the floor of the family room, rummaging through the bottom cupboard of the TV stand – I was desperate. I pushed myself to my feet and darted to the bottom of the basement stairs. “Mom!” I bellowed.
No reply. I ran up the stairs. There were only nine minutes left.
“Mom,” I panted, as I burst into the kitchen. “Are we out of blank tapes?”
“Are there any downstairs?”
“No.”
“Did you check the closet?”
“Shit!” I raced downstairs and was back in the kitchen a moment later. “None.”
“Then we’re out.”
“But I have to tape today’s episodes – they’re really important.”
“Can’t you go to the store?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s on in five minutes.”
My mother sighed, “You’ll just have to tape over something.”
I ran to my room and slid to a stop in front of the bookcase. A dozen tapes were neatly labelled and resting on the top shelf. All were filled with episodes of Sailor Moon – all except one. I picked up the tape on the far left and bit my lip. The tape was labelled in careful blue letters: Doctor Who Movie.
“Damn.” My eyes darted to the alarm clock next to the bed. Three minutes left. The tape felt heavy in my hand. How much would I regret taping over it? How much would I regret not taping those episodes of Sailor Moon?
It was an unhappy choice but I couldn’t have both. I headed back to the family room and stuck the tape in the VCR. That night, I crossed out “Doctor Who” and wrote in “Sailor Moon eps ?? - ??”.
More than a decade later, I can’t remember which episodes I taped that day. I’ve since resorted to watching clips of Paul McGann on YouTube.
No reply. I ran up the stairs. There were only nine minutes left.
“Mom,” I panted, as I burst into the kitchen. “Are we out of blank tapes?”
“Are there any downstairs?”
“No.”
“Did you check the closet?”
“Shit!” I raced downstairs and was back in the kitchen a moment later. “None.”
“Then we’re out.”
“But I have to tape today’s episodes – they’re really important.”
“Can’t you go to the store?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s on in five minutes.”
My mother sighed, “You’ll just have to tape over something.”
I ran to my room and slid to a stop in front of the bookcase. A dozen tapes were neatly labelled and resting on the top shelf. All were filled with episodes of Sailor Moon – all except one. I picked up the tape on the far left and bit my lip. The tape was labelled in careful blue letters: Doctor Who Movie.
“Damn.” My eyes darted to the alarm clock next to the bed. Three minutes left. The tape felt heavy in my hand. How much would I regret taping over it? How much would I regret not taping those episodes of Sailor Moon?
It was an unhappy choice but I couldn’t have both. I headed back to the family room and stuck the tape in the VCR. That night, I crossed out “Doctor Who” and wrote in “Sailor Moon eps ?? - ??”.
More than a decade later, I can’t remember which episodes I taped that day. I’ve since resorted to watching clips of Paul McGann on YouTube.
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