Ah, my ridiculously circuitous plan is one-quarter complete!

One of the things I miss about my old apartment is my TV. For some bizarre reason Fordham does not get Cartoon Network and therefore does not get Adult Swim. It's been pointed out to me that I could watch most of its content online, but I'm old school and like to actually watch TV on TV (how novel!). When I was writing papers late at night, I liked having it on in the background (as well as the Food Network, which Fordham doesn't get either) or as an option during my ever increasing periods of insomnia. Which is why I'm extremely pleased that Comedy Central has decided to continue airing Futurama late at night. I've been a huge fan of the show for a really long time- it's one of those shows that I can watch over and over again and never get sick of. One of my favorite episodes of all time is the last one of the series, where Fry learns how to play the Holophonor and composes his opera for Leela. I like it for many reasons; Beelzebot the Robot Devil

and the Hedonism Bot are two of my favorite robots on the show (no offense to Bender), the opera itself is awesome:

(seriously, I would go to the opera every night if it involved singing babies and Godzilla) and the grumpy snail looks like something I wish I had in my begining piano lesson book. I've also learned through my frequent viewings of the show that it can be surprisingly sweet and sometimes even heartbreaking. I've always loved it when irreverant comedy shows unexpectedly verge into the dramatic or the romantic, and when Futurama does it I'm always pleased with the results. For example, the episode when Fry finds his fossilized dog? Makes me cry like a baby EVERYTIME. Fry's romantic gesture in this episode to Leela warms my heart, and after viewing it on multiple occasions I've come to this conclusion: I will take a badly played song on a holophonor over flowers any day.