Simpler times! Coming back from Charlemagne. Running for the two symbols of power and supremacy in our three-membered kingdom: 1) the remote, and 2) getting the single sofa (that was, in the early years, covered in a shiny tissu with a beige background and ratatouille-coloured flowers, and later in a yellowish ocher with navy piping). Sitting in that throne like a hammoc, securely cupped in its plushness, our small frames luxuriously disproportionate to it. And the less lucky/quick/diligent among us would have to sit on the edge of the long sofa, a little too close to the screen, lying on their stomach. The green and red plaid fabric scratchy on your chin....Though it must be said this spot came with an advantage- and no small advantage at that - the well-being and freedom of having nothing to lose. The subtracted stress of vigilance. The liberty to go make yourself a plate of rice with beef and green peppers at your leisure without worrying about losing your spot. Even the knowledge that your role will be to criticize and complain about the selected programming, and not defend your executive choice of Gargoyles over X-Men. Then daddy would arrive, his shuffing and unloading lit by the kitchen's spotlights, and call out in the direction of the family room about homework notdone. And the spell would be broken.
But what has really changed since those days? Well, the solo chair has shrunk significantly since then, somehow; television programming in the 4 to 7 o'clock weekday slot had diminished in quality quite significantly... and that's pretty much it though, right?
Here is some more of the finest after-school entertainment that the world has ever known...
and not to forget baba in all this mid-nineties nostalgia, I give you The Eternal....
PS: Sometimes, these things need to be dealt the weight they deserve.
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