And I can take or leave them as I please

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In lieu of content—

I've seen Robert Altman's MASH (1970) one and a half times, but I'd never seen the television series until tonight; another whole swathe of pop culture I'd missed. There was a thirty-year retrospective and a marathon on, so I watched a handful of episodes, and my reactions are thus: a young Alan Alda? And if there isn't already some unholy crossover in which it is revealed that Major Frank Burns ("Goodbye, ferret-face!") is the ancestor of Arnold Judas Rimmer, Technician Second Class ("Astoundingly zealous. Possibly mad. Probably has more teeth than brain cells"), then the internet is a poorer place than I'd believed.

There will be an actual post when I'm conscious.

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M*A*S*H was a lovely show, or, at least, I remember it as such, watching as a wee watermelontail

I may need to reserve judgment until I've seen more than three and a half episodes. I found it a very different creature from the film, whose comedy is much blacker—I was impressed with the show's willingness to kill off a main character in the middle of its run (and I think that if I'd had more than an episode's familiarity with the cast, it would have made a real impact), but in general the characters seemed more screwball, less sharp-edged. But there might have been more difficult episodes if I'd stayed up for them. And the ones I saw were certainly funny.

but I suspect that my desire to avoid war and those who fight it has a lot more to do with all the M*A*S*H I watched when I was little.

Hmm. That is a recommendation.

I just blew soda out my nose.

"Holly, as the Esperantinos would say—bonvolu alsendi la pordiston? Lausajne estas rano en mia bideo. And I think we all know what that means."

"Yeah. It means, 'Could you send for the hall porter? There appears to be a frog in my bidet.'"

"Is it? Well, what's that one about, 'Your father was a baboon's rump and your mother spent most of her life up against walls with sailors'?"

"I'm not telling you."