Craig Thomas: Robin’s story we can’t talk about too much. One Robin thing we can talk about is we’re going to do the third installment of Robin Sparkles. Alan Thicke hinted that there was this Robin Sparkles kids show in Canada.
Carter Bays: This is all if we can get Alan Thicke.
CT: Who knows if we’ll be able to book him? We love the idea of teasing going back to that. It’s going to be an early tween type show in Canada. Most likely an outer space-themed show, and she had a partner named Glitter, so it was “Sparkles and Glitter.”
CB: We’re casting Glitter right now.
CT: It’s not the pressure of, “How do you write a song that tops ‘Let’s Go to the Mall’?” (devolves into a debate about Sandcastles vs. Mall)… If we have to write a song, it’ll be something about math. It has to be an educational Canadian show. It may be a song warning about the dangers of thin ice. The number one killer of kids in Canada.
This interview with the creators of How I Met Your Mother is just short of being a blatant apology for the last year. I saw two episodes of the season and chose to stay away when both critics and fans tore it apart, but if anything can get me back on Team Yellow Umbrella, it’s this discussion and the possibility of an educational Sparkles & Glitter television show.
I found this immensely reassuring. They really seem to understand the mistakes they made and appear to be working to fix them in a way I’m interested in seeing. I loved this show so hard for so long, and I want to feel like that again!
And wow: "Ted will be absolutely undouchey this year." THE UNIVERSE IS TURNING UPSIDE DOWN!! O_______O
It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside—but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond—only a glimpse—and heard a note of unearthly music.
This moment came rarely—went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it—never summon it—never pretend it; but the wonder of it stayed with her for days. It never came twice with the same thing. To-night the dark boughs against that far-off sky had given it. It had come with a high, wild note of wind in the night, with a shadow wave over a ripe field, with a greybird lighting on her window-sill in a storm, with the singing of “Holy, holy, holy” in church, with a glimpse of the kitchen fire when she had come home on a dark autumn night, with the spirit-like blue of ice palms on a twilit pane, with a felicitous new word when she was writing down a “description” of something. And always when the flash came to her Emily felt that life was a wonderful, mysterious thing of persistent beauty.
I have many fond memories of roaming the aisles with my friends, arguing about which titles to rent, calling out to each other from across the store when we found something interesting, perusing the fine print on video boxes and discovering odd, marginal credits. I had some involved, sometimes pivotal conversations while loitering in the aisles at the Blockbuster near my school or apartment or workplace, including one in which my best friend helped me talk myself into breaking up with a girl I was dating who was beautiful and charming but not remotely interested in any film released before the year of her birth. She fell asleep during “Dr. Strangelove.”
“You’ve got to break up with her, Matt,” my friend advised me. “Hey, have you seen the Albert Brooks movie ‘Real Life’? Seriously. It’s one of the funniest films ever made.”
That kind of thing never happens when you’re browsing Netflix.
There was a Blockbuster in the middle of my small downtown, which I have a lot of excellent memories of, but mine are a bit less classy than the ones this article talks about.
Most of them involve going there with @whitepeacock/Molly as kids and taking out 80’s animated shows and specials that were just enough before our time to be kind of weird. (We ended up growing up with more of her older sister’s popular culture than our own, for a while.) It was a really strange selection, and I’ve never been sure if that was common of all Blockbusters or just ours.
My other most intense memories involve being a weeaboo pre-adolescent and thinking I was so cool and edgy for checking out the four anime videos in the ~*~foreign~*~ section. Even though…that usually got as far as the counter, since they were marked “mature”. WHATEVER GUYS, I CAN WATCH REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA WHENEVER I WANT NOW. I’M AN ADUUUUULT.
The store had a going-out-of-business sale maybe…last year? And I wish I could have gone back and cheaply purchased the VHSes of my childhood. I don’t know what I’d DO with them, exactly, but I somehow feel, completely irrationally, those movies belonged to me (and Molly), that we took them out the most and watched them the most and bonded with the ridiculous stories the most, even if that couldn’t possibly be true. I wrote my first fanfiction because of a movie I took out from our Blockbuster.
“During one episode, Robin freaks out in a restaurant when she mistakenly thinks Ted is proposing to her after she receives a champagne glass with an engagement ring at the bottom. When Ted tells her “That’s not mine”, another gentlemen at the table behind them says “It’s mine”, then proceeds to propose to the woman at his table. The proposal between the man and woman was real. The man set up the whole scheme with the show’s producers, and told his girlfriend that they won a contest and got to be extras in a HIMYM episode. Instead, he proposed on camera, and the proposal will live on forever as part of the episode.”—“How I Met Your Mother” (2005) - Trivia (via kurthectic)(via glimmerglass)(via pwnator)(via dorkvader) (via fuckyeahhappy) (via stayperky) (via lessthn3) (via ofthatandofthis)