The one convenient thing is that the ridiculously named SyFy Channel has been running a "Twilight Zone" marathon the last couple days, so I got to watch Billy Mumy (long before his Babylon 5 days) banish folks to the cornfield, talk to his dead grandmother on a toy phone, and run around a carnival with Jack Klugman as his father.
in The Twilight Zone's
"It's A Good Life" (1961)
in "Babylon 5" (1994-1998)
I've always been a big "Twilight Zone" fan (and a big Billy Mumy fan, actually), and often felt terribly deprived that my mom expected me to go to those darn family gatherings instead of staying home and watching the TZ marathons on holidays when I was a kid. Rod Serling's oevre was perhaps my earliest introduction to the pleasures of irony. I always loved that kick in the last couple minutes of each episode, when everything gets turned on its head. I must admit, though, that when I watch more than one or two episodes of TZ in a sitting at this point, I start to feel a bit like I'm winding up a jack-in-the-box over and over, always knowing that it's going to pop out at the end. It starts to feel tired and routine. I think "Twilight Zone" episodes are best enjoyed like poems: one at a time, with plenty of breathing space in between.
Anyway, I'm not planning on doing a lot tomorrow, though I'm hoping I'll have more energy. If so, laundry awaits. And I'd like to read my book (currently: Patricia A. McKillip's Solstice Wood) if I can keep my eyes open long enough!