I would marry Trapper John if I had the chance

I just had one of those Eureka! moments. These come rarely when your brain is slowly being fried by a computer screen, so please don’t hold this to any personal Eureka standards. Anyway, for a few days now I’ve been wondering how to restart my blog. I don’t exactly have anything interesting going on in my life, aside from some single-life analysis and hilarious play-by-play repartee with my friend Emily – and as much as we joke about blogging or writing a book about it, it’s an awful lot of effort and frankly, Sex and the City took pretty good care of it. I think. Don’t know – didn’t watch the show. But in the world in my head, it did, so we’ll just leave it that. Maybe from time to time I’ll relate some uproariously funny girl-meets-boy stories, but they’ll be few and far between and honestly, more smutty and pathetic than entertaining and adorable.

Anyway.

Recently, as in this past Christmas, I became the proud owner of the entire series of M*A*S*H on DVD. Yes, I am 22, and no, I do not have gray hair. Honestly I am pretty cute and precious. And apparently a middle aged woman at heart. Whatever – it’s a fabulous show, and I find that there’s not nearly enough about it online. With tv shows these days, you can’t go two clicks online without stumbling on some theory website or character biography website or my personal favorite, recap website. I’ve been loyal to my one and only, Television Without Pity, since the tender age of 15, but this loyalty has been rewarded with zero M*A*S*H recaps. So many episodes! So many of those episodes with “classic” status! So much political commentary! So many characters! So much analysis of war and its affect on the human mental condition! How could they miss this opportunity?! Well, as of today, they have, and I am picking up those reigns. I am going to start recapping and offering my humble opinions on every episode of M*A*S*H I watch. I’m already four full seasons in, so I’ll start with season five, but I will most definitely be going back, as opportunity allows, and recapping seasons one through four. (How could I miss a chance to enjoy Trapper John in all his curly-haired glory?)

So that’s my brilliant Eureka moment. M*A*S*H recaps. My true calling. Dad, you might want to ask UVA for a refund.