Tonight, I’m watching the finale of “Smallville.” I realize it was actually over last week, but Mike and I were in Las Vegas for a friend’s wedding. And let’s face it: a wedding is more important. Besides, what’s the point of DVR if you don’t use it?

In any case, in many ways it’s appropriate that I’m watching it a week late. I didn’t see the show for the first time until it was in its second season. Actually, the first episode I ever saw, I saw three times before I saw another episode.

The episode I over-watched is, actually, one of my least favorites. Possibly because of the number of times I saw it. It’s the one where Lana’s childhood best friend, Emily, comes back. They go to the bridge to play, where she learns what happened to her. That she died.

I saw it, the first time, with my brother, who told me he thought I’d like the show. The second time I saw that episode, I was again at my parents’ house and they were playing a rerun. The third time was a couple of months later, when I was in France as a study abroad student, I was watching TV and saw that Smallville was on. Thinking I’d like to see another episode and give it a test run, I decided to watch. Of course, the upshot was at least I understood what was going on.

I’ve been hooked ever since. Partially because of the ties to France, where I believe I really found myself. But it’s also because as a kid I loved the TV show “Lois and Clark” and because I’ve always enjoyed fantasy and science fiction stories of all kinds (I’m a Trekkie and I love Star Wars. What can I say?)

In fact, in a college journalism class, while writing my obituary (it was a weird assignment and I failed it), I tied Tom Welling (Smallville’s Clark Kent) into it. And while I babysat a a friend’s small child starting that year (he was about 6 months old at the time and I babysat until he was 2), I often turned Smallville on for him. He loved the bright colors and would clap his hands for it when I pulled it out.

In my crappy apartment, I fell asleep listening to Smallville. And these days, when I have some work I need to get done, I turn on Smallville because I know it so well I don’t pay any attention. Unless I feel nostalgic and turn on the French language track.

Of course, I do feel that they let Smallville run a little long. They kinda did a bit of overlapping I don’t overly approve of, like letting Clark start working at the planet before he’s Superman and before he can fly.

That said,  I’m pretty sure this wedding episode is making it up for me. I’m super emotional for some reason. Maybe it’s just that it’s a wedding. Mike and I both cried at our friends wedding. I was just glad I didn’t start while we girls were sticking her in her gown.

Here Comes the Bride

And now, the weddings over… but not in a happily ever after kind of a way. So, my introspection is temporarily over while I finish this. Can’t wait to see how it ends. It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure.

There’s only question left, really: Do I buy the seasons I don’t already own, or do I let childhood fancies behind me?

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About robinmcclure

I am a writer and my husband is a trucker. We're newlyweds (married September 11, 2010). Sometimes, I have the opportunity to go on the road with him. Here, I will document those and any other travel experiences. I would like to shed some light on what trucking is really like - from the perspective of a rider.
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