So, last night, I saw a rerun episode of Law & Order SVU with Mischa Barton. Well, I didn't watch it with Mischa Barton, like she was sitting on my mother's couch next to me as I watched it. I mean, she was acting in the episode. I am SO GOOD at this writing thing... Also, side note: I really don't like her. When I see her in something, all I can see is her bad acting in the limited number of episodes of The OC I could sit through. But that's not my point in bringing her up.
Anyway, Mischa Barton plays a pregnant prostitute, who eventually gives Detective Benson power of attorney over her premature and probably-dying baby girl. The episode ends with Benson being called on to make a life or death decision for the baby and because I can't be bothered to watch this show in order on the night it airs, I have no idea what happened to the baby. I went to Wikipedia, which informed me that Benson once took custody of a different victim's son named Calvin, but never mentions this baby. I went to IMDB, but they're useless with this kind of detail. Wanna know who was in the movie? They're awesome. Wanna know what HAPPENED in the movie? Not so awesome. So then I went on all the "answers" sites online to see if someone else is more responsible with their SVU watching duties and could tell me--because not only am I lame at watching TV, but I'm lame at searching the Internet, too.
It sounds like they never resolved that story line. And I don't know how to feel about that. So I'm asking you. Not what happened to the baby (But if you actually know, SHARE), but how I should feel about this. Or how you feel about it. Or how you feel about things being left unanswered in TV shows. Or in books. Give me some feelings, people!
After I had spent an inordinate amount of my work day looking at websites about Law & Order SVU, I remembered that I had heard that Christopher Meloni/Detective Stabler had left the show. Which made me sad. But in a distant way, because I don't watch it in order, so to me, he's still on the show. But it seems like the show wouldn't be the same without him. So I don't know how to feel about this either. So tell me about that, too, while you're at it. Or about how you feel when any major character leaves a show and they keep making the show without them (like on That 70's Show or One Tree Hill or ER or a bunch of others that I'm sure I could come up with if it weren't time to post this and leave work for the day). Tell me how you feel about TV characters.
As you can tell, I love Law & Order SVU in a big way. This is something about which I DO KNOW how to feel. Also? I love Tuesdays. I am now unambivalent about Tuesdays. Why? Because the USA network plays Law & Order SVU all day LONG on Tuesdays. This is especially wonderful for someone who does not watch SVU on its regular night on NBC. Someone like me. It's also good for someone who was unemployed for five months last summer, so they had plenty of Tuesdays to spend all day at home and enjoy their favorite show. This is also someone like me. The me of last summer. Not the me of this summer. And there are many days this summer that I wished I were the me of last summer. But I also like being the me without the money issues. So if you guessed that I'm about to say I don't know how to feel about that, you are right and I would give you a prize if I had any prizes to give. And if you guessed that I'm about to ask you to inform me about my feelings on this topic, you can have some bonus points with your non-existent prize.
In related news, I love the USA Network. I would list all of their original shows that I am in love with, but it might be faster to type the ones I don't watch. Except that really? I love a lot of their showsm but I don't watch many of them. Because I can't be bothered to learn which nights they air and to be in front of the TV during those time periods. This is not to say that I am NOT a couch potato, because I am the starchiest of all the potatoes that live on couches. But I am such a lazy couch potato that I don't keep a regular schedule of laziness.
And before you remind me that I have a DVR in my house, I KNOW. But Sister controls the DVR (the jerk: thinking she should control something that she pays for in the house she owns... What is this world coming to?) and she has other interests that take up its space. Some of those interests are USA shows, like Covert Affairs and Psych. But we just don't have the space for Suits, Necessary Roughness, or In Plain Sight (which I miss dearly), among many other good choices.
And before you remind me that USA Network streams their shows online, I KNOW. But I live in a very strange land where Internet companies have download limits and watching more than a few episodes a month sends us into overage fees. This is also the reason I cancelled Netflix (Which was before their silly price changes that sent Twitter into an uproar. For about an hour. Because Twitter's collective attention span is only slightly longer than the average seven-year-old)--because I mostly had them for the online watching when I was in college and that got shot all to hell when I moved back here.
And before remind me that these companies are morons stuck in 1999, I KNOW. But they are the only providers in my strange land, so I cannot do a thing about it. Except blog anonymously with an implied pout in my typing. Which is REALLY effective, letmetellyou.
Looking back on the post, I guess this is the part where I ask you how I should feel about any number of the random things espoused in the last few paragraphs. But instead, I'll switch it up and tell you how to feel about the things I just wrote. You should think: this girl is weird and random and blathery, but kind of awesome and I will come back and read her blog every day because she has won my unswerving devotion and also I want to send her bagels. Or you could just tell me how to feel. Whatever.
If you guessed that this is not the blog post I set out to write, treat yourself to a bagel. Or 50. Go nuts. No one is watching. And before you remind me that this post makes little or no sense, I KNOW. It's a by-product of the sick and the lonely and the crazy that I have. And also, how is it that different from the other junk I spew here on a semi-daily basis? Zero different, sir.