Futurama is gone. And I’m sad.
I didn’t watch it religiously, but I always liked. And I remember my friend McBride expounding upon how it was the best show on television, better even than it’s older sibling, The Simpsons. This was during its first incarnation and I was rather dismissive of this particular opinion, but I respect him a lot, so I did, consciously or not, start watching the reruns on Comedy Central.
And then it came back.
And I realize why it is better, at least for me. I don’t have a traditional family. I have a better half, good friends, and random extended family in my home and my life. My relationships, oddly, are much more like those in Futurama than the traditional, nuclear family of The Simpsons.
And the finale was so sweet. Leela and Fry spending a life together, just the two of them. And Leela saying that she wasn’t lonely once. I had to go hug my better half after that. And then following the finale up with the pilot episode, because they (Fry and Leela) were ready to do it all over again.
So. TIme to start watching all of Futurama again.