God, I grew UP on MASH. I think I've seen every ep 300 times. The theme song during the late 80's.early 90's re-runs came on at 10:30 when I was tucked in bed, trying to get to sleep (insomnia since age 15) and it was comforting.
My dad would be in bed,because he had to be at work at 7 am, but my mom was a night owl and watched it after the news every night.
Time for me to get to bed.
I had a mad crush on Hawkeye...
Oh, it's good to see so many other Buffistas who are fans!
Part of me is just waiting (grimly) for them to rerun the episode where everyone has incredibly upsetting, wrenching dreams. That episode, as disturbing as it was, was also definitely one of my first "Oh, narrative television can be an art form" revelatory moments, if not the very first itself.
I am up, Maria. You still on? I will babble foolishly for as long as you need it. I had a two teeny shot glass of Sauternes and my Ambien (don't worry, y'all, my tolerance makes this like melatonin for me) so I might be even stupider.
But I am here.
Every TV in my dorm was set to the same channel when the finale of MASH aired.
Oh, man, JZ, that ep was so good. SUCH good TV. I still catch it occasionally at my folks, and it's just a mac and cheese, nostalgia pleasure for me.
And not a dry eye in the whole dorm.
I cried when Henry's chopper went down. I was 7. It was my first HSQ TV moment.