I am a complete ‘fraidy cat. I can’t help it. I have an overactive imagination that horribilizes everything. I’ve been scared of the dark since I can remember, that is until my first kid was born. One night, as I prowled the house in the wee hours, I realized that my home is not scary and that now that I have a child, I pretty much have to be the adult. By extension that meant I could no longer be scared of the dark (mostly.)
Scary movies, songs, books, TV or radio shows are all still too much for me. The X-Files was about as creepy as I could get. These days Medium is as creepy as I can get. I think I really like Medium (it helps that Medium has new episodes.) The only thing about Medium is that, well, the theme song is really scary. The rest of the show is interesting and fun to watch. I particularly like the relationship between Alison and her husband. The theme song freaks the crap out of me. The insistent strings and some weird percussive accents don’t do my imagination any favors.
Tonight I had my most expensive recipe book/movie and TV show player/laptop in the kitchen while I fixed myself a snack. I clicked the icon to start streaming the latest episode of Medium while I cut a piece of bread. The commercial started right away; I hummed along with the Beatles/Target theme song. I was coring a pear when the Medium theme song started. It creeped me out, especially since I was the only one awake. As soon as the theme song stopped, the Beatles/Target theme played, again. “Huh,” I thought, but I was happy to hum along, again, “You say goodbye/buy, I say hello…”
Then the Medium theme song restarted. I nervously put a glass of water into the micro. Just as quickly the Target song played “Hello, hello, hello…”
“DA duh duh duh”
“I say hello, hello, hello”
“DA duh duh duh”
Every time one song finished, the other would start in its place, never advancing to the actual show. I would be assured and pacified with one; my blood pressure would rise and heart palpitations start with the other.
My friends, it was epic. The forces of good (Target) battled the forces of evil (overly-scary theme music) in my kitchen tonight. Oh, and the forces of streaming stuff online, wireless routers, and old laptops. I guess it was more of a melee than a black and white battle.
At some point (when I’d mixed the Pero into the water) I gave up and moved to the living room. Time to leave the scaries in the kitchen where they belong (Amy.) I turned on Medium from the DVR and assumed my regular defense of scary position: curled up in a chair, a phone, a cell phone, a laptop, an iPod, and a big blanket. All the better to…ward off a Luddite? You’re right, I probably DO need a transistor radio as well.
Then again, did you see White Noise? Maybe a radio isn’t such a good idea.