You're probably quite sick of hearing me talk about Gilmore Girls. Actually, I'm quite sick of hearing me talk about Gilmore Girls.
Well, I'm here to tell you that you won't have to hear me talk about it anymore. At least until this season comes out on DVD or something. I have been trying to watch the episodes by having my friend tape them for me. But guess what? That is just not going so well. She does her very best. She really does. But the last episode I saw was the Parent's weekend episode. The episode where Lorelei and Christopher decided they were going to Paris. I haven't seen an episode since. Why? Because though my wonderful friend has tried to tape all the episodes that have followed, something has gone terribly wrong and it just hasn't happened.
Quite obviously the Universe is trying to tell me something. Either to get my own subscription to cable television or to just move on!
I did try to do the whole bit torrent thing. Dave Winer was more than patient with me and provided me with an excellent tutorial and all the right tools. However, we all know that I am quite technically challenged. The mere fact that I even have a blog is a miracle we shouldn't ponder because if we all think about it too long this blog will probably just go poof into a big puff of pretty fairy dust.
The bit torrent stuff, despite my efforts and the patient guidance of both Dave Winer and DearSweetDave, proved fruitless. Right this moment I have three different Gilmore Girls episodes supposedly on my desktop. Can I watch them? Nope. Why not? Because I can't even figure out how to access them to play them. I have all the right software installed. But every time I try to open them the fun little rainbow wheel on my Macintosh goes round and round and round like the wheels on the psychedelic hippie bus of my childhood and nothing else ever happens. Ever. Hours go by. I wait and wait. Nothing. It's one long strange trip to nowhere.
So I am officially giving up. I declare December 6, 2006 as the day I gave up Gilmore. Will I miss it? Like I'll miss chocolate and coffee and everything else that gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling. But it will be far better than being all excited to watch an episode and realizing that your friend taped an infomercial on a bacon fryer instead.
A bacon fryer.
Maybe I should get one for Emily Gilmore. I bet that's something she doesn't have.
