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.
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.
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.