I was never a big fan of the WB series Felicity. I will admit that I watched it several times — maybe more — during the first season, mostly because it spoke to some latent post-high school angst stuff buried deep inside me. But after that season things started getting weird and I could no longer muster the energy required to sort out Noel and Ben and who was the flavour of the week and so on.
Tonight, though, I stayed up ‘til 2 a.m. and watched the series finale of Felicity in KTLA Los Angeles (hence the late hour). And it wasn’t bad. They did use the familiar Wizard of Oz crutch of a feverish dream leading to some lucid time travel fantasy.
But they also did a much better job at “review of the 5 years of the series through flashbacks” than most any other series that has attempted the same. And this, in turn, provided me with a useful catch-up: I skipped four seasons of the show and caught up on all the various threads in one handy 2 hour package.
I have spent an exhausting six months watching Seinfeld. Exhausting because it’s on most prominently at 12:05 a.m. (i.e. the 12:05 that comes just after midnight). Watching because somehow I largely missed Seinfeld in its original run (there was a dark period of 3 or 4 years in the somewhere where I had a small black and white 

About 10 years ago, when my hands started to curl up and die from too much typing in anti-ergonomic positions, I sought solace in the arms of anything that would lessen the impact of 8 hours a day at the keyboard.
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