Well, I feel the need to vent, even rant. Not about anything really mature or important—like politics, or how people I disagree with are moral degenerates, or why I get a rash and a fever after walking in the stupid grass—but about TV scheduling.
You see, late last year, the Cartoon Network started running the anime series “Fullmetal Alchemist.” Fun show. Engaging. Good story arc. Kinda like Escaflowne meets X-Files, only without the contempt.
Anyway, they were running it with episodes of Ghost in the Shell, on saturday nights. And it happens that GitS has a 26 episode run, while Fullmetal has a 36 episode run.
Well, after about six months, GitS ended it’s run. Fine. Great. Still ten more episodes of Fullmetal to go. Well, the next saturday, instead of running Fullmetal and GitS, the network ran a movie. Er, sure. OK. I guess everyone needs a break, now and then.
They ran a different movie the next saturday. The next couple of weeks, too. Um, alright.
Well, after that, they outright replaced Fullmetal and GitS’ spot on Saturdays with other. first-run anime series’, and moved the first two series to weekday nights (which, with Cartoon Network, means Monday through Wednesdays) Well, OK, I guess. Getting a little antsy, but I can go with that. It’s better than nothing, right?
So, they restart Fullmetal and GitS, starting with their first episodes. Alright, I expected that much. So it’s only, what, eight weeks until I start seeing new episodes of Fullmetal, right?
Well, time rolls by. Last week, they aired episode 26. So, late Monday night (or eeeearly Tuesday morning), I tuned in…
…to Episode 1. Again.
And I checked—Netflix doesn’t have the last twenty episodes, yet.
And on top of that, my browser locked up when I first was writing this post, so I had to re-type it. And then the SDMB went down for maintinence.
:: pause ::
You ever have one of those moments where you just wanted to give an inhuman screech, wrench your own head from your shoulder’s with a devil’s strength, and throw it, still screaming, through a plate-glass window, sending it flying the length of a football field before it crashes into a bustling sidewalk, cracking open and splattering horrified pedestrians with the sizzling goo inside?
Maybe I didn’t feel quite like that. But, for a few moments, I felt close.
I just hope my copy of Postal 2 comes in, soon. I’ll feel much better, then.