Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Supernatural



Supernatural is my new favorite show. I know, I’m late to the party. It’s been the favorite show of lots of people for over a decade. But better late than never, right? 
This all started a few months ago when we finally got the miracle of Netflix (imagine a choir of angels singing when I say “Netflix”). Again, late to the party, but life’s a journey, not just a destination, and my journey goes at a slow, meandering pace that often deviates from the marked trails. Anyway, we got Netflix (angels singing) and I was able to catch up on a few seasons of Shameless and Orange is the New Black that I had missed back in the dark ages when all I had was cable and no commercial-free Netflix (wake up those angels again). I watched a couple episodes of that show where the girl gets turned into a zombie, but she continues to work. It was good, and I plan to go back to it, but it bothered me that even after a person is dead, she still has to have a job. Then I got diverted when a friend recommended all 153(ish) seasons of Supernatural.
Episode #1 hooked me. Some woman was pinned to the ceiling and caught fire! That was quite an image. I’m now in Season 10. Thank goodness there are so many seasons—and all available commercial-free through the miracle of Netflix (somebody nudge those angels and get them harmonizing).
Supernatural has it all: demons, vampires, angels (not the nice choir variety that sing when I say "Netflix"; most of these angels are total jerks), ghosts, werewolves, and a couple of funny, handsome Winchester brothers at the heart of it all. It’s especially fun how they switch back and forth between more serious episodes that move forward an overarching plot, and one-off episodes that focus on a “small” monster that the guys have to deal with. For instance, there was a season where the guys were fighting back against the leviathan that were trying to take over the earth and harvest people for dinner, but then sometimes they’d get diverted with a comparatively mundane problem like a ghost or something. It’s a blast.
In addition to being entertaining, Supernatural is educational. It offers ideas for using excess table salt to ward off ghosts and how to attract crossroads demons that can grant your fondest wish—for 10 years until the agreement expires and your soul is cast into the pits of hell. The Big Bang Theory doesn’t do that. Although Big Bang Theory is pretty funny, too.
So everyday I watch one or two episodes of my new favorite show and am gradually working my way through the seasons through the miracle of Netflix (angels: you know what to do). The only downside is that I’m not spending enough time working on the sequel to my novel Bigfoot CSI. What would really help is an entire Bigfoot season on Supernatural. Talk about the perfect crossover! Can somebody please talk to the Winchesters about making that happen?