Where's Tino?

Eg veit at eg pusha ein artikkel frå New York Times i går også, men klarer ikkje dy meg i dag heller. Eg meiner, les:

To claim that “My So-Called Life” is great, watershed television is to say something so firmly ingrained in the conventional wisdom that it hardly bears repeating. The series brought us the experience of adolescence outside the bounds of artifice, peril and pathology that had provided the context for nearly every other depiction of teenagers on television. Here what it meant to be 15 was not to discover that you suddenly had to raise your 6-year-old sister or that you might be pregnant with twins but merely that you suffered everyday indignities: overhearing people talk behind your back, the plop of a grim-looking lump of mashed potatoes on a pallid cafeteria tray.

“My So-Called Life” took us deeply inside the head of a decidedly middle-class girl whose grievances with the world were confined to an aching crush, the wish that her mother wouldn’t insist on well-balanced meals and her belief that social studies ought to be less boring. [...]

The great postwar novels of adolescence deal with innocence lost; “My So-Called Life” deals with innocence sustained, but it offers a no-less-illuminating view of what it is to be young because of it.

Ja!

Sidan eg har verdas beste venner, fekk eg DVD'ane til jul allereie i fjor, og sett fleire av episodane fleire gonger. Dessutan lånt ut til venner, og slik delt godbitane (ah, Jordan Catalano, aaah!) med fleire. Men dei som ikkje er så heldige, kan no kjøpa sine eigne, i ein kjekk liten boks. HosPlatekompaniet, f.eks.

Hurra!

Det einaste som er dumt, er at det bare blei laga 19 episodar...