And I can take or leave them as I please

[sovay]

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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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

M*A*S*H was a lovely show, or, at least, I remember it as such, watching as a wee watermelontail (the last time I saw a full episode it was with my first girlfriend, half a life back thataway). I credit Full Metal Jacket with my utter lack of interest in anything martial, 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.

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 ...

I just blew soda out my nose.

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

My major attachment to Alan Alda is that he has an ongoing relationship with Scientific American magazine.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

I saw bits of that marathon too. I grew up watching MASH--my parents' favorite show and we'd all gather around and watch it. (There was no TV in our living room and watching the one in the bassement was sort of an event). I'd almost forgotten why I'd liked it so much. Wish I could have seen more of the marathon.