Blair and I got sucked into watching the premiere episode of the new “Bionic Woman” last night. And by “sucked in” I mean it didn’t occur to either of us to turn off the TV or move off the couch. But that’s okay. I was a fan of the original 70’s show so I was curious to see what the new series cooked up.
Other than keeping the main character’s name “Jamie Summers” and having her be bionic, the two series have little in common. Not that the new series in bad. In fact, after it aired Blair commented that it wasn’t anywhere near as cheesy as the original.
“Yes, but the original had the bionic sound,” I said. “Remember the ‘ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne” synthesizer music that accompanied any bionic action? You’re not really bionic unless you have the sound.”
We were heading back to the bedroom at this time and Lucy darted across the hall in front of us. “Bionic cat!” I shouted. “Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne.”
That’s all it took. We were rolling. “Bionic cat chasing kibbles – ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne.” “Bionic cat taking out the screen door – ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne.” “Bionic cat leaping onto the bed – ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne.”
(As you can see, we’re easily amused. It’s the foundation of our marriage.)
Then Blair suggested bionic cat sound. “Mrow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.” Lucy wandered into the room. “Are you bionic cat?” Blair asked her.
“Mow-ow-ow,” said Lucy, sending us into further hysterics.
We calmed down when I pointed out that everything about our cats could be bionic and it probably still wouldn’t make much of a difference. They’d lie around and be as fat and lazy as ever.A fat bionic cat. There’s a thought to keep you awake a night.