How I Met Your Mother

After a recent binge watch of the first season of How I Met Your Father, I decided to rewatch one of my favorite shows, How I Met Your Mother and just finished the final episode. According to the timeline, Ted has two more years with his wife, which kinda makes the final episode sadder than when it originally aired. Overall, the series holds up pretty well so far. Some might claim some of the humor might be problematic these days, but they never were exactly PC to begin with. I think they mostly still land. It helps that NPH played Barney, and is exactly opposite of Barney in every possible way, which, IMHO, which is part of what made the show so funny to begin with. I highly recommend a re-watch if you get a chance. Well worth it :)

Also, How I Met Your Father doesn't quite land the same way, but isn't bad either ;)

It is good to be back

Welcome home, Wesley

I watched the season 2 finale of Picard, and the end of the second act... Wow! I wanted to immediately post about it, but didn't want to leave any spoilers. But, since Wil posted his Welcome Home, Wesley post on his blog, I figured I'd link to that instead.

I am only a couple of years older than Wil Wheaton is, and my relationship with his character, Wesley Crusher, is as complicated as Wil's own relationship to his character. Initially, I didn't warm up to TNG until late in the second season or so, and I disliked the character for several reasons. While brilliantly acted, I suspect none of the writers were awkward outcasts as teens, so they did not write him particularly well. As time has put distance between myself and my teen years, I recognize that what I disliked about Wesley Crusher was his reflection of myself. I also discovered Wil Wheaton's blog many, many moons ago, back when it was still "In Exile," and have really grown to appreciate Wil as an author, and as a person. It did not even take the full run of TNG for Wesley Crusher to grow on me. By the time he left to become a Traveler, I was fond of the character. But because of my own realizations about myself, and my fondness of Wil as a person, that fondness has only grown over time.

History does not remember blood. It remembers names.

I can't wait!