To night, March 5, 2016, at 8:00 (20:00) EST, will be the final hour of an era. At 9:00 PM, there will be no more new episodes of Mythbusters. No more crazy experiements. No more explosions. No more wondering if myths and tall tails could actually happen.
For me, the end of Mythbusters is more than just the end of a television program, it’s the end of something that has been a near constant in my life for over ten years. It is the end of my childhood.
I remember my first episode: “Escape Slide Parachute”. Granted I haven’t watcheds Mythbusters since the beginning, but I have seen every episode, every special, every myth. I remember asking my Mom on Wednesdays in middle school if I could stay up until 10:00 to watch the new episode. I remember how painful Wednesday night study halls were in high school when I couldn’t watch tv. I’m pretty sure that’s how I learned to find shows on the web in less than legal ways. I went to the gym on Sundays in college and watched it while exercising on the tvs attached to the machines. I stayed caught up while I was in another country with really crappy wifi. And for the last few years, I have watched it on Saturday nights at 8:00, remembering the days it was on Wednesdays at 9:00.
I have laughed, I have cried, I have screamed, I have enjoyed this show so much and learned so much. Tori taught me to not be afraid to get hurt. Grant taught me to think outside the box. Kari taught me that even girls can enjoy science and explosions. Jamie taught me to keep going. And Adam taught me to nurture my inner child and embrace the nerd inside.
And now, in an hour and a half, it will be done. There will be no new season. No new builds. No new Myths. It’s hard to believe it will all be over.
So here is to the Mythbusters: the hosts, the crew, the viewers. Here is to everyone who helped this show go for 14 years. I’m going to miss it.