She lives!

Hola amigos, I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but I've been pretty busy. What with the one job and the other job and the hey hey hey. Also, nothing interesting has been happening of late which would warrant a post to this, your favorite self-indulgent blog.

However, a topic has arisen which, given my personal background (nerd), I would be remiss not to address: the new BBC-produced Robin Hood show.

I know, I know, you're probably wondering what has taken me so long to get to it, given that the debut was two days ago. You might even be amazed that I didn't live-blog it. Well, there is a good reason for the delay: I didn't watch it.

(I'll just pause so you can get over your shock. Take as long as you like.)

Now, to be honest, I did tune in to the first few minutes, and I kind of flipped around too, so I did catch some of it. But I have two very good reasons for not watching the whole thing:

1. If I watch any more British TV shows, the BBC will officially have a majority share of my remaining neurons.

2. I was forever ruined for Robin Hood shows by the Showtime series Robin Hood the Legend. By "ruined", I mean, "I loved the show with an unholy passion and I would have married the show if possible and so consequently no Robin Hood portrayal will ever live up to that standard."

If you were a nerd with Showtime who lived through the 1980's, you will remember this show. It featured Michael Praed (and later Jason Connery, son of Sean) as Robin Hood (or, as the soundtrack identified him: "Rooo-bin..... the hooded man...) I believe there was also a man who wore a deerhead mask, Maid Marion wore lots of mauve sparkly 80's eyeshadow, and the mood music was primarily comprised of electronic drums fed through a reverb.

So, clearly, no contemporary show could even approach the bar set by this masterpiece. But, let's be honest, I'll probably end up watching the show anyway. I'm a sucker for anything with bows and arrows in it. I should have been a fletcher.