Apart from the Nobel prize discrepancies, the final Big Bang Theory was well executed. In fact, while episodes 23 and 24 were fun and it was good to see ‘everything’ sorted out after twelve years, it was episode 22 I particularly liked.
There was such a lot of good writing, with excellent humour. I mean, even for a comedy. While I’m sure most shows can be revived, even against their wishes, it seems as if the Big Bang writers tried to tie up as many threads as possible, making a return not at all necessary.
If Sheldon has had enough, there can be no more BBT. He might be obnoxious, but he is necessary. I’m glad they stopped now, before I convinced myself that I am Sheldon.
And oh, that lift! It’s the little things that make life – or shows – great.
Besides, change is such a dreadful thing. It comes as a shock, and you have to put up with, well, new things.
‘Is that really him?’ asked the Resident IT Consultant, when Neil Gaiman appeared on the screen in Big Bang Theory (yes, I know. We’re a few weeks behind in our viewing). I’m glad I’m our Resident Neil Gaiman Consultant. And he’s probably the only cameo celebrity on BBT that I ‘know.’
Is it me, or have they had a lot more famous [for other things] people on the show recently? Maybe it’s just that they are inviting ones I’ve heard of and recognise, without having to Google them after.
With Bill Gates the other week I was shocked to discover I was old, and so was he. When Leonard started babbling about having met Gates as a child – Leonard, not Gates – I did a mental double-take and worked out that it was indeed both possible and probable. And that I too could have met the young Leonard and been an adult at the time…
Back to Neil. It made a lot of sense to have him, with the comic connection. And poor Stuart could really do with some success and attention. I know the Gaiman effect from personal experience. If he links to your whatever-it-is, your hits shoot up dramatically. It happened to me, and when Daughter put a photo of Neil on her photo blog, I said to send Neil the link and sit back and wait. Don’t think she believed me, but the old witch was right, yet again. When Neil says ‘click’ to his fans, they click. And there’s a lot of them, as Stuart discovered.
And speaking of discoveries, ten years ago Penny wouldn’t have cared about having her name on a comet discovery. She’s gone geek over time. But she’s right, we should all have our names on what we find, be it comets or planets, or anything else.
Photo © Chuck Lorre Productions, Warner Brothers
When the toupée licked Sheldon…
Well, what kind of crazy line is that? How is Sheldon going downhill so fast? Although, I have to say I like it, and an almost normal and trying very hard Sheldon is actually a lot weirder than the earlier weird Sheldon. If you get my drift.
I don’t know if Daughter came across Sheldon and the others, since it was Pasadena she was in this week, and not LA like I said the other day. In fact, if they are not above attending [local] conferences, then I suspect at least Raj would have been where she was. (And did you know NASA forbids complimentary coffees?)
It’s good to be back, as Daughter said about Pasadena. She’d forgotten how much she likes it. And I like my new season of The Big Bang Theory. It’s touching how hard Sheldon tries. Who’d have thought he’d pop the question? Or put his bare foot down in warm apple juice. Or worse.
I know people complain about how unappealing BBT is. Well, they don’t have to watch. I know people say the characters are growing too old. They are, but people do. Even mad scientists grow older, and not necessarily wiser.
And now we have a whole season to plan that wedding, on a clifftop in the setting sun. Maybe. Another baby. Any television show that will go to visit Richard Feynman’s grave in the middle of the night, is good enough for me. And Penny didn’t even know he’d died.
The Christmas tree is up, and the Christmas music is playing. The latter on the iPod and thanks to my lack of technical skills, the first run-through of seasonal music arrived alphabetically.
One of the letter A albums made me feel I as though I was listening to a friend. It’s strange how voices work. It’s almost like smell. You are transported somewhere else. The thing is, though, that the man I ‘felt’ was serenading me with all the standard Christmas songs was Raj Koothrappali. You know, our favourite astrophysicist off television’s Big Bang Theory. Ludicrous, of course. Can Kunal Nayyar even sing? And if he can, does it sound like when he speaks?
Because the man who reminds me of Raj, was none other than Andrea Bocelli. The more I listened, the more I could only visualise Raj’s face to go with the voice.
When Daughter returned home to assist with the tree, I demanded that she consider whether it was Raj singing on the iPod. She concentrated, and after a while she burst out laughing, because she could hear it too.
So I’m not completely crazy.
I recognise that people don’t talk like they sing, or vice versa. But for voice personality, that’s Koothrappali in my front room, singing about snow and reindeer and holy nights. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I can’t believe I’ve not blogged about The Big Bang Theory yet. On the other hand, I didn’t believe I would ever want to watch it, or if I did, that I’d enjoy it.
As so often happens, I was badgered by Daughter, and I slowly came to realise it was actually quite funny. You could come to love these weirdos. Being one myself helps. The Resident IT Consultant is still unsure it’s actually OK to laugh at these people, but he enjoys it, too.
It’s OK to laugh.
Daughter is shocked by me siding with Sheldon quite so much. I’m not saying he’s right. I’m just feeling there’s a lot of truth in how he reacts and what he says.
Because we’re a bit behind Daughter and other ‘real’ fans with our viewing, we only just got to the end of season three, and The Lunar Excitation. Wonderful episode, and so suitable for Valentine’s Day.
Raj and Wolowitz should know better than try to trick Sheldon.
And the roof scene is priceless. Just imagine poor Penny realising she no longer appreciates stupid but handsome men.