A Few Things...
1) My First Full House Memory
Full House was a huge part of my life growing up. I remember the first time I ever watched it. Like, not the exact episode (I friggin' wish!), but the scenario. One Friday night in 1989, my mom was putting me to bed. Then, from downstairs - a beautiful sound! The Full House theme song! I asked what it was, and Mom told me it was a show called Full House, and that I could stay up to watch it if I wanted! From then on, I never missed an episode of Full House on TGIF. The move to Tuesdays in '91 ('92?) kinda killed it for me, so I stayed caught up with the syndicated episodes weeknights at 6 o'clock, 6:30 in Newfoundland (haha, li'l Canadian joke for East Coasters).
2) Backstory: A co-worker recently got married in an airplane, and then she and the groom parachuted to the ground. Our local newspaper did a story on it, but, upon googling the couples' names, I found that a lot of other newspapers had carried the story too. And not just in Canada (some American ones too!).
I mentioned what a big story it was to another co-worker, and this is what followed:
Me: "I guess it's a big deal when people jump out of airplanes to get married."
Her: (staring silently)
Me: (babbling nervously) "Yeah, I thought it was common enough that it wouldn't be big news, but I guess maybe it's jumping out of a plane before you get married that's so popular. (pause) Like Uncle Jesse. (long pause) On Full House."
Her: (staring silently... 3... 2... 1... walks away, with no look of disgust or anything, just no possible way to relate to/answer me)
Me: "With the tomato truck??"
This is why I keep my gob shut, like, all the time. I can't say anything, ever, about any of the stuff I enjoy, or every conversation I have ends like that. There's so much stuff that's off limits for me. Like, if you enjoy one lame thing, that's ok. If you enjoy every lame thing, no one will ever forgive you. And by "you", I mean me.
3) My "Ways To Seem Normal" Reference Guide:
- don't talk to people about life lessons learned from Little House on the Prairie/confess to having childhood crush on Michael Landon
- don't use Peanuts comics to prove a point
- don't mention Breaker High (ever!)
- never list Billboard Hot 100 #1s by year/tell someone the #1 song on the day he or she was born... from memory
- Gummi Bears, Smurfs, and Stop the Smoggies are like Gummi - Don't you dare!, Go Smurf Yourself, and Stop (yourself before you say anything about) The Smoggies. (That last one was just like a Shania Twain song title. & by that, I mean that she often uses parentheses in her song titles. Beyond often. Obsessively. Actually, all punctuation. I think I saw a semi-colon once. Check it out if you don't believe me.)
So I'm pretty much a joke on wheels. Except the wheels part. I liked him on Degrassi, though. Even with the treacherous hairdo/embarrassingly tight jeans.
Also, it was great to see, from the reponses to my Sweet Valley ("Why, yes, I do talk to myself and live in an imaginary world, got a problem with it?") Confession, that I am not the only person who is this way/does stuff like this. Maybe I'm in the wrong line of blogging. Actually, I'm only wasting time with all this nonsense because there aren't extremely many Christopher Pike books to blog about.
A few recent comments have inspired me to put together a complete Pike book list, so I'll post that early next week.
Oh, and: if you don't have a favorite Christopher Pike book, may I suggest Remember Me? We can talk about it more on Thursday, if you wanna.