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?
