Lots of good memories of Supernatural. At worst an episode would be a mediocre little B-movie, sometimes the plot episodes were pretty good, but I always loved the meta comedy episodes. An internet friend once got a little shook when she learned I hadn't watched the first couple seasons, but I wasn't here for that noise. Reading/watching things from the start is for communists, you wanna take samples from the middle to know what something's really like.
Lots of memories of waiting all week long for the new episode to air on network TV.... just for it to be pre-empted by an emergency weather broadcast. A guy would be standing in front of a green screen, with a weather map showing the local area with some clouds over it. He would lean over and say to me he'd say "Hey.... Hey Bryan. Did you..... know that it's raining outside?!?!?"
And I'd glance out my window with the rain pitter-pattering off the roof and be like "Uh, yeah? Can you put Supernatural back on? I'm a Dean girl, and this is the one where he meets his idol Paris Hilton."
And he would laugh and laugh.... and then say "No."
And then this asshole would be standing there for an hour telling me that it's raining outside. I never once ever understood why it couldn't be a text crawl at the bottom of the screen with a minimap of the storm in the corner. Not once. It made me so mad. So mad. I'm still very very mad about it.
Oklahoma, everyone.
It was worse than Futurama's first run, when it was cancelled in exchange for football.
(A new season of Futurama exists, for anyone who still cares and didn't know. Apparently it will continue to live until 2026 at least.)