When it comes to suffering sickness, I have few needs: my couch, freedom from the shackles of pants, and copious amounts of television.
Happily (or as happy as one can be in such circumstances) all of these things were available after coming home from Alt and commencing with the neverending Cold. Meanwhile, The David was away for work for a week, which meant that I was all sickly, pitiful and alone – but also free to watch whatever I wanted on the television machine. And I’d just had a timely recommendation from a lady friend…
Oh, the perfect chicken soup for my soul: The Vampire Diaries.
44 episodes are available on Netflix streaming right this very minute. And if you want to know if I watched them all in the past 8 days, the answer is yes. Yes, I did.
Let me give you some snippets of why this totally trashy show from the CW is just so riveting…
Elena is the central character. She is incarnate good-girl, with long straight hair.
Elena starts dating the new guy at school, Stefan, and learns that he’s a vampire. There is some balking at this unexpected affliction, but she lurves him and it is all systems go for teenage-dream.
Stefan has a brother, the smoldering hot Damon, also vampire.
Damon drinks people blood and kills the local townies. Stefan does not. Arguments about vampire morality.
Behold! The town is governed by a committee of vampire killers! They are riled up about all the blood-drained dead people, but don’t know who the vampires are. In fact, they invite Damon to join their committee.
Elena looks EXACTLY like this vampire, Katherine (very long curly hair), who was responsible for Damon and Stefan’s undeadness in Civil War times. Both brothers were in love with her. So there’s a fancy triangle with the two brothers and Elena/Katherine.
And Elena’s best friend has newly discovered that she’s a witch!
There are also werewolves, ghosts, and gay dads. No zombies. As of yet.
That’s just a teeny tip of a big iceburg, but I don’t want to reveal too much, just in case you’re tempted to indulge.
My cold is on the way out, The David is back home again, and I’m up to date on episodes. Now that I’m free from the viewing frenzy, I’ve gained enough perspective to somewhat sheepishly concede the level of drivel that is this show. Which has nothing to do with what I’ll be doing this Thursday night…