This is a sketch I drew of Alfred Hitchcock when I was 16. I have had a love for all things Alfred Hitchcock ever since my mom first introduced me to one of his movies. In fact, this sketch if from a photo of him on the back cover of a book of mystery thrillers that I was reading the summer my dad was dying from cancer. I wrote the only real diary entry about my father's illness on the inside of that book's dust jacket.
But this isn't about my father. This is about Alfred. Alfred and my new internet addiction. Remember when I swore off internet TV? I was good. I kept away from it for 4 months. But then my sister had to go and tell me that the entire 4th season of LOST was online. My desire to stick to my promise had to do battle with my desire to save money, and watching LOST online was a heckuva lot cheaper (and convenient) than renting it. So, I caved and watched LOST. But then I finished it and forgot to say my prayer right after (you remember the one asking Heavenly Father to break my computer if I watched internet TV?). But I refused to watch something stupid, and stupid seemed to be the only thing available. UNTIL.... until I was browsing NBC and noticed the Alfred Hitchcock Hour on their list of full episode offerings. In my defense, I don't really consider this as watching TV. No, it is more like renewing an age old love affair. Shhhhh, no one tell Mr. Hotness, please. These fun little episodes are just as enjoyable as a packed, frozen, ice cream cone. I just love Alfred's dry, deadpan humor and the way he pokes fun at the show's sponsers. So, here I am, on my pregnant butt, eating frozen novelty ice cream bars, loving Mr. Hotness for keeping me well stocked, and loving my man Alfred for helping me get through these last few weeks of preggo-ness. Thank you, Alfred, darling. And you too, Mr Hotness!
Can you find the episode that has a very young Robert Redford in it?