The Couch Potato
New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
Since I am really not a professional entertainment critic, it's not as if I have loads of free time to sit around and watch movies, television or other forms of entertainment.
For that reason, once Monday rolls around and I realize that my deadline for the blog is fast approaching, I start panicking and asking everyone I know, "What should I write about this week?!"
It's hilarious to hear everyone's responses as my friends, co-workers and family generally give me the same answer — them. This Monday, I asked Mrs. Couch Potato what I should write about this week and this was her reply: "Write about how much you love your wifey."
Well, since this is an entertainment blog, that doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense, but I'm going to give it a shot.
The year was 2004 and the Couch Potato had one semester left at Slippery Rock University in order to graduate. That final semester would be my internship and I was placed in New Castle. I'm not from New Castle and since I had met my future wife a year earlier at SRU and she was from New Castle, I did something I thought I never would — I asked her if I could move in with her parents for four months during my internship.
It was kind of drastic, but I was desperate to remain close to Slippery Rock and close to my internship and this gave me the cheapest and most convenient option.
I had really known her parents for only about six months when we asked them, but they surprisingly said, yes. So in late August of 2004, I moved in a bunch of clothes and began a pretty strange four-month stretch of my life. I slept in my future wife's old bedroom, but spent most of my hours in the basement trying to stay out of the way. Since this was almost 10 years ago, I can honestly say that I do not have a clue where or what I ate for those four months because I was just trying to hide.
The future Mrs. Couch Potato would generally come home from The Rock every weekend and stay there with me to ease the awkwardness. One of those first weekends, she was helping me with some work I needed done for school and the television happened to be on ABC. It was one of those fateful situations as the network happened to be re-airing the premiere episode of what would become one of the biggest shows of the early 2000s, "Lost."
At first the show was background noise, but then all of the sudden, a polar bear came charging out of the jungle as the character of Sawyer shot it dead. This twist captured our attention and just like that, we were hooked.
Over the next six years, many things would change. We both graduated from SRU, got married, had two children, bought a house in New Castle and each found a job. But no matter how much things changed, there was always "Lost" on Wednesday nights.
The first year, we hooked in our college friends and watched with them on campus or in a cramped apartment. The following years, our friends came to our new house or we cuddled alone in the dark as Mrs. Couch Potato freaked out at every crazy twist and turn.
While some viewers became disillusioned or disenfranchised with or by the show, we hung in there until the very end in 2010, never missing an episode and making the show the first of "our" shows. We've had others since, but none will ever match the commitment and fervor with which we watched.
Lately, Mrs. Couch Potato has been trying to rope me in with some of her new shows like "Scandal" or the ancient "Survivor," but it's hard for me to bite. I like to start shows from the beginning and hopefully as organically as possible, just like how we stumbled upon "Lost."
Even though our time is stretched as thin as ever, I know we'll find "our" next new show soon enough, which will become our rock among all the changes of life.
And when we do, me and the wifey I love, will find it together.