8 September 2011
Insomnia blows, People. Lately, when day turns to night and
people begin to ponder a hours of blissful slumber, my body decides that it is
pefect time to be WIDE AWAKE. Even if I got three hours of sleep the night
before. I’m really kind of hating my body right now.
But there’s a silver lining to every cloud, and I have
discovered the joys of late night-tv. Apparently, after 10pm my viewing tastes change.
Instead of normal diet of sci-fi, anime, and the Gilmore Girls, all I want to
watch are procedural crime dramas. My current favorite is the original Hawaii Five-O starring Jack Lord. If you’ve
never watched anything with Jack Lord, then you have missed the glory that is
Jack Lord’s hair. Nothing ever happens to it. It doesn’t matter if Steve
McGarret gets shot, beaten, kidnapped, if he’s burning a sugar cane field or
running six blocks to catch a criminal. It looks EXACTLY THE SAME. It’s
mesmerizing. And if he happens to be wearing some crazy casual clothes his hair
is even more fascinating. (Steve seems
to be rather fond of jaunty, but brightly colored, ascots—which are AWESOME) See the awesomeness?
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| No one can rock an orange ascot like Steve McGarret. No one. |
And while watching it I wonder how people even got out of
bed and functioned in the 1970s. And I was alive in the 1970s (for two whole
years—so it counts). They’re all wearing polyester, and it must be hot in
Hawaii, but absolutely everyone looks fabulous, wearing their suits and ascots
and cute minidresses, so that’s a reason to get out bed right there.
Fantastically awesome wardrobes. But they have to go to phone booths to make
calls when they’re not at headquarters. Cutting edge forensic science includes
making a cast of a man’s footprint. And in the episode I watched this evening,
the guy tracing the phone call had to literally trace cables across a ginormous
warehouse. And my first car was a 1972 Mustang, so I know how hard it is to
drive those gunboats featured on the show as police cars.
And then I tell all of this to my mother, who, being 27
years older than me, was around for all of the 70s, and she looks at me like I’ve
gone crazy. I probably have. The lack of sleep you know, and the fact that I
love no piece of technology like I love my cell phone (and automatic cat food
timer, but that’s another entry) And when she was visiting me a couple of weeks
ago, she was as glued to the Hawaii Five-O as I was. We marathoned it, watching
20 episodes in something like 3 days. She says loves the show because she likes
crime shows (and to be fair she really does), but I really think it’s because
of Jack Lord’s hair. She’s just as mesmerized as I am. But she still thinks I’m
crazy.
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| Steve says I'm not crazy. I'm right to be mesmerized by his hair. |
