The Original Binger

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Macgyver on VHS tapes. I wish I’d known about patenting ideas, but spilled milk and all that. I drove my parents nuts — I mean, absolutely bananas — by keeping back-to-back recordings of the show; they didn’t get the need to keep them after I’d watched them. In fact, I still have a box full of the VHS tapes. Yes, 35 years later, I still have my original set of the Macgyver series. Do you think the Smithsonian would be interested? I can’t even watch these anymore, but my PRS (PackRat Syndrome) from my dad prevents me from getting rid of them.This is where the story gets funny. A little bit “haha” funny, and a little bit “OMG this chick is nuts” funny. Twenty years ago, I purchased my first season of episodes on DVD. To make the circle complete, it was Season 1 of another Richard Dean Anderson show: Stargate SG-1. Since then, I’ve purchased binders of DVDs — CSI, Greys Anatomy, Law and Order, The O.C., Once & Again, to name a few.Digital media moved me to Apple TV and Amazon Prime. The Closer, NCIS, Hill Street Blues, Grimm. My current staples: Supernatural, Th

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e Magicians, Grey’s, and The Walking Dead from time to time.Yes, I am the person who knows, and sometimes speaks, the lines. Yes, I know what is going to happen, but that doesn’t stop me from laughing out loud, especially at Supernatural’s Yellow Fever. It also doesn’t stop the tears every time I watch Meredith say goodbye to Derrick on Grey’s.I’m an anti-social, introverted empty nester and some of my best friends are characters on TV. When I’m sad and want that over-protective big brother, I imagine Dean Winchester from Supernatural with me. Need surgery? You got it — “Dr. Grey, paging Dr. Grey.” In my mind, God will always be Chuck — a writer who drinks too much and watches the Winchesters almost as much as I do.Is this healthy? Probably not, but they don’t lie to me. They don’t bully or betray me. That’s the closest my life gets to stable. So, until I am less emotionally fragile and have finished piecing the parts of me that have been broken and stolen back together again, stable and consistent are the best I can hope for.</article></body>

The Original Binger

For those who think “Binge” is a bad word, it’s not for everyone, for some, it’s a way of life.

There are a few titles I would stand up and say Oh H-E-double-hockey-sticks, you’re damn right, I AM the Original Binger.

1985. Three monumental things happened to me: I started high school, I made the volleyball team, and MacGyver premiered on September 29, 1985.

Yes, the iconic show behind every Macgyverism cliché ever. It was a show that minimized guns and brute force and instead relied on intelligence and wit. There was nothing a little duct tape, a bobby pin and pillow filling couldn’t fix.

I was so in love with this show, and Richard Dean Anderson, that my whole week was planned around it. After a couple years, I put my own ingenuity to work. I started recording every episode of Macgyver on VHS tapes. I wish I’d known about patenting ideas, but spilled milk and all that. I drove my parents nuts — I mean, absolutely bananas — by keeping back-to-back recordings of the show; they didn’t get the need to keep them after I’d watched them. In fact, I still have a box full of the VHS tapes. Yes, 35 years later, I still have my original set of the Macgyver series. Do you think the Smithsonian would be interested? I can’t even watch these anymore, but my PRS (PackRat Syndrome) from my dad prevents me from getting rid of them.

This is where the story gets funny. A little bit “haha” funny, and a little bit “OMG this chick is nuts” funny. Twenty years ago, I purchased my first season of episodes on DVD. To make the circle complete, it was Season 1 of another Richard Dean Anderson show: Stargate SG-1. Since then, I’ve purchased binders of DVDs — CSI, Greys Anatomy, Law and Order, The O.C., Once & Again, to name a few.

Digital media moved me to Apple TV and Amazon Prime. The Closer, NCIS, Hill Street Blues, Grimm. My current staples: Supernatural, The Magicians, Grey’s, and The Walking Dead from time to time.

Yes, I am the person who knows, and sometimes speaks, the lines. Yes, I know what is going to happen, but that doesn’t stop me from laughing out loud, especially at Supernatural’s Yellow Fever. It also doesn’t stop the tears every time I watch Meredith say goodbye to Derrick on Grey’s.

I’m an anti-social, introverted empty nester and some of my best friends are characters on TV. When I’m sad and want that over-protective big brother, I imagine Dean Winchester from Supernatural with me. Need surgery? You got it — “Dr. Grey, paging Dr. Grey.” In my mind, God will always be Chuck — a writer who drinks too much and watches the Winchesters almost as much as I do.

Is this healthy? Probably not, but they don’t lie to me. They don’t bully or betray me. That’s the closest my life gets to stable. So, until I am less emotionally fragile and have finished piecing the parts of me that have been broken and stolen back together again, stable and consistent are the best I can hope for.