I'm so thrilled about the Freaks and Geeks DVD set, I don't know where to begin. I've been watching the first two discs pretty much non-stop today, and I've still got about six or seven hours of material to go through. A geek's paradise of commentary tracks and deleted scenes.

Thing is, even though I totally sympathize with the Weir youngsters, my own high school days were never anywhere near the typical freak or geek experience. Mine were anticlimactic, four years of essentially nothing, waiting to party or get picked on or for Melissa to grasp what a great catch I'd be. (It never happened. Too bad, it was her loss.) But the one thing that still shines through the high school years, and the college years, for that matter, was the utter helplessness — being at the mercy of all these icky, slimy grown-ups, ignorant and convinced of their own wisdom, like anti-Socrates demagogues, and not being able to say no.

Even now, I go back to the high school (well, I've decided to stop re-visiting the high school — I don't think it's all the healthy psychologically, and besides, most of the cool teachers are gone) and I smile and shake Ms. Karanik's hand like I'm happy to see that emasculating bitch again. Seriously...

Ms. Karanik: Feel better, Jay.

Jay: Okay, thanks.

About five minutes later...

Jay: Wait a second, I'm feeling fine.

And that's what I do. I write in this blog. Passive-aggressive like.

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Final note: Back in the eighties, I looked exactly like Sam Weir did...