Veronica Mars, Kickstarter, and me (okay, I)

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I've been Tweeting a lot recently about the Veronica Mars movie, which is being funded by a Kickstarter project led by Rob Thomas -- who created the TV show upon which the movie will be based.

I was a HUGE fan of the show when it aired, I own the whole series on DVD, and I've been following the news of a possible movie since the show's premature cancellation in 2007. Following Rob and the show's star, Kristen Bell, on Twitter has only FED THE DREAM, INTERNET, because they have always seemed to want to do the movie as much as if not more than the fans want it made.

SO. All that to say, when they launched the Kickstarter project, I kicked in a donation and Tweeted about it. And because Twitter is the absolute BOMB and so is Rob, he replied!

And THAT, my friends, is how you build a loyal fanbase. Not that I wasn't already loyal. But now I'm beyond ridiculous.

I'm passionate about TV and "My Shows" to begin with, and I love bringing people into the fold. My sister finally just totally binge-watched Veronica Mars over the last few weeks, and she loved it. She did the same thing with Friday Night Lights, which as we all know is one of my all-time faves.

via tvguide.com

And I couldn't in good conscience finish this post without sharing the thoughts of someone else who just discovered FNL and devoured every last second of it like the delightful little TV truffle that is is. EW.com writer Karen Valby recently watched the series in its entirety, and here's her very-truthful-but-I-don't-know-if-I'd-want-to-admit-this-on-the-Internet account of what it was like to move to Dillon, Texas, in her head:

But then there came that one insomnia-ridden night in February when, adrift on Netflix, I clicked on the pilot episode. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kyle Chandler’s coach Eric had the weight of the world on the shoulders of his blue coach’s jacket and Connie Britton, who plays his magnificent wife, Tami, had this unicorn’s tail for hair and suddenly the quarterback was in the hospital and there was this guy Riggins who had these humongous shoulders and he blamed himself for the accident and he didn’t appear to have any parents and Explosions in the Sky was playing in the background…

 

And so began a strange couple of weeks in which I’m reasonably sure I showered and my young child was fed. “They’re all my friends and family and nothing makes sense to me when I’m out in the bright of day,” I told somebody who worried over the amount of time I was spending in my Friday Night Lights alternate universe.

One word: YES.