All my faithful readers, which/whom I don’t have, know most of my obsessions concentrate on entertainment based subjects, or persons…It’s like my cycle of life. Getting into something/someone new. Getting rather obsessed about it and soaking up all available information about it which usually results in excessive internet surfing and buying books about the subject. And then…excessively posting about it on my blog, or on a forum.
Over the years I’ve seen my obsessions getting milder and the involved actions getting more controllable, but unfortunately also less exciting. For instance, I never went to a Star Trek convention, or Doctor Who convention. Hell, I even never ever met another Doctor Who fan except for the ones I turned myself through my incessant talking about it. I don’t buy everything that’s associated with it anymore. I even don’t buy the DVD’s anymore, because, you know, internet, and sharing sites.
Last year my interest in Brent Spiner petered out, because he wasn’t doing anything. And the things he was doing were mostly repeats of what he’s done (and said) before. I remember getting a bit bored entertainment wise and I started to watch loads of Tony Robinson documentaries, because history never stops being made and there is a lot of it. I now know marginally more about the Romans and the middle ages, but it’s comforting to know there’s still a lot to learn about those periods and people. I’m sure when the time is right, and I got bored again, I’ll go back to learning more about history.
However, a new development in entertainment land leads me to an old comedy series I used to watch in my teens, I think. I can’t actually remember when I watched it, or how I came across it in the first place. I must have been TV zapping back then. Also the rediscovery is almost more fascinating to me than the actual thing and the actual people involved. I say “almost”, because the reason they still have my attention are them, they, the people involved.
It’s almost a bit like how my interest in Prince Alexander started. It’s almost like how Alexander grabbed my attention and wouldn’t let go of me. He’s still with me in some kind of way, but it’s not quite as intense anymore. Though I got a little excited and strangely nervous when I went visiting ‘het Loo’, the palace he grew up in. Inside I managed to take a picture of the statue of Maurits carrying Alexander on his arm. I’m still very happy about that.
It was a few weeks ago, right at the start of my two weeks holiday. I was surfing Youtube, like I once was zapping across TV land and Youtube threw the suggestion at me to watch some Dad’s army. I thought: “Yeah, all right. I suppose it’s been a while since I watched it.” It struck me how recognizable the starting titles were, or how familiar the characters were to me and the situation. I was surprised to find how well I remembered the cast, and that’s not just they’re characters names and idiosyncrasies; I actually vaguely remembered a few personal things about the actors.
The one thing my memory immediately harked back to was what I knew about that younger guy, not the kid, but that other guy who played a bit of a shady person. I remembered suddenly seeing him in the show while I had not seen him before, thinking he had come in later. Back then I must have been so intrigued by this guy that I did a little research on him and found out he had died while the show was running and therefore didn’t appear in later episodes. This also automatically meant I was watching the show in the wrong order, as usual. What I also remembered was looking out for him ever since I saw him first. And I remember being vaguely happy when I established he was in the episode I was watching, and even being vaguely jealous when he was snogging some girl. Interesting that.
What’s even more interesting is that after having finished the episode I promptly forgot everything I had learnt about him. Well, not really forgotten, rather pushed to the back of my head, because about 1 months ago, all those little facts came back to me. I had to wait for the titles to rediscover his name, but all else I still sort of remembered.
Another interesting thing was, like with Star Trek the Next Generation, I didn’t remember any episode, just a few scenes. Well, “remembering scenes” is really an overstatement; I remembered them sitting on a roof trying to extinguish a fire, or him snogging that girl. Or rather, I remember the idea of them sitting on a roof trying to extinguish a fire and him snogging that girl. Other than that, I could easily watch the episodes as if I’ve never seen them before. But there he was again, and my eyes automatically searched him out first before concentrating on the situation, like back in my teens.
Unlike with Brent Spiner, or should I say Data, it always was Walker for me, though for a few short moments, during my unawareness of Walker, it was someone else (Sergeant Wilson). That’s now two men that grabbed me when I was too young and I revisited after having grown up. The other one being Alan Rickman (first noticed as Jamie in Truly, Madly, Deeply).
One exciting, yet unrelated, news item: Jonathan Pryce has joined the cast of Games of Thrones and by the looks of it, he’s going to take over King’s Landing.
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