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Netflix, Northern Exposure, and Nostalgia

You know how your parent's friends or distant relatives were always so shocked at how much you'd grown since the last time they saw you? "Oh my goodness! This can't be Sassy! The last time I saw you you were this high. Time goes by so fast." Sometimes followed by an under the breath, "I'm getting so old."

I had a similar - but not really at all the same so bear with me - moment while watching my Netflix copy of Northern Exposure. (For those of you living on Pluto, Netflix is the best thing that ever happened to the internet. If the internet was invented and nothing else ever happened but Netflix (and maybe Blogger) it still would have been a good invention.) I used to love Northern Exposure. I totally wanted to be Maggie O'Connell, aka Janine Turner. She was gorgeous and sassy and vulnerable and strong and neurotic and sexy all at the same time. Even now I have something resembling her haircut, when it's not in a mohawk. (Sadly, she is now the spokesperson for some drug for when you can't make you're own tears.) Anywhoo, I was reading the DVD cover thingy and the episode I was watching was first aired in 1991. Meaning I was only 15! Fifteen. That means what, a sophomore in high school? My memory of my mental state when I was watching the show originally is that I was so much older than that. I was grown up. I couldn't have been 15 ,could I? Time goes by so fast.

I'm getting so old.

I leave you with the immortal words of Chris Stevens, at KBHR -
"It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure and it's full of surprises."

Oddly enough, my friend Josh blogs about seeing John Corbett and his band in Rochester, NY a month or so back. It's a small world and it spins mighty fast.

Comments

DecemberFlower said…
Oh yeah? Well I was 6. XP

I had a similar moment earlier tonight when I noticed that the last time my family drove to Florida on vacation was more than 12 years ago. I'm surprised my eyes didn't fall out of my head from bugging out. It really can't have been THAT long ago, can it? :/
Anonymous said…
i got heavily ridiculed at the office for having friends that remembered corbett from northern exposure, not from sex and the city or my big fat greek wedding. of course, i'm also the guy at the office who isn't too impressed by being in the presence of celebrities, so they were all whining, too, that i didn't think to call them. oh well.

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