Cliff-hangers and 12 year olds…
“NO!!! NO!!! Where’s the remote?!? Where is the next episode? What is going to happen?!? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” (collapse, collapse, collapse…) “Oh WAILEY, WAILEY, WAILEY!“
We were watching the first (and sadly, only) season of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Around episode 19 or so they got all cliff-hangery. I’m pretty sure that’s when Rissa started to throw her apoplectic fit.
“We have to watch the next three episodes RIGHT NOW!!!“
“It’s bedtime!”
“But what’s going to HAPPEN?!?“
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“WAIT AND SEE?!?“
“Yes. Like in olden times, you know… before evolution. The way we use to watch tv before PVRs and Netflix and DVD Box sets.”
“We’re DINOSAURS!!“
“Yes. And I call velociraptor.”
