Saturday, 12 November 2005 | Impression

I'm afraid to know what my neighbors think of me. I've been sick, and have therefore had some time to sit in front of the TV. Since I don't have cable, and since I was recently given season two of 21 Jump Street, well, you know.

The theme song plays much louder than the rest of the DVD, and it plays not only at the beginning and end of each episode, but on top of the menu as well, over and over again, without end. ("so JUMP! down on JUMP STREET! JUMP! down on JUMP STREET!" ...)

For some reason I want my neighbors to know that I've only watched three episodes, as opposed to the 18 or so they must think I've seen. It occurred to me that perhaps I should have some sort of excuse for it (an ironic ring tone?). But instead of providing one, or better yet, not caring what they think of me, I've been muting the theme song and keeping the sound so low during the rest of the show that I have to sit closer to the TV just to hear Hanson and Ioki make a bust.