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Last night's late ``That 70's Show'' was great. Topical, and a wonderful spoof on divorces. I was a few years old again, and mommy and daddy were using me as a pawn again.
Tonight's Dawson's Creek was wonderful. Well, relatively speaking. A good mix of sadness and nostalga, really hitting a number of old themes and events in the series that led the characters to this point in their lives, as well as some bad decisions and tragedies. I can see a number of great possible final story angles for the last few episodes. Personally, I can't wait for the last episode.
People, girlfriends mostly, are always accusing me of living in the past and being too nostalgic. Fuck that. I'll drive through Rockaway, see a street sign, have a rush of memories, and share that with my companion. But I'm not just dwelling in the past. I'm traversing through the paths back, the foundations of the person/place/thing that triggered the thought process. Sure. But I'm also following paths forward to alternate presents, alternate futures from them or from the current objective present. But I really don't share that with you, generic girlfriend or compatriot. It's easy for me to blab on about every time we've been to Sandy Hook in the past, but I really can't share the ``what if'' and possible futures I'm currently running through. So that leaves people accusing me of trapping myself in a prison of my own past all the time. Sure, I reflect on it constantly. It's the building blocks of who I am, and the best vault of learned knowledge I have available.
The ``Hello... ...Goodbye'' exhibit a couple of years ago at the Museum of Radio and Television was designed for me.
I love first episodes. I gobble them up. New possibilities, characters with worlds of character development waiting for them, all of the predictable ``very special episode'' yet to be hashed through. With the introduction of the main situation and characters, the entire story arc of the show's many seasons can be mentally mapped out. A realm of infinate possibilities, like the center of the I-Ching garden on LambdaMOO. Fuck yeah. Look at the first episode of Who's The Boss, how well it sets everything up.
I love final episodes. Devour them with rapture. You see how things go, happily or unhappily ever after, for everyone. Odo saves his race and leaves his love to play in the slime teaching the value of humanity. Mel Torme comes to talk to Judge Harry Stone. Felicity saves Elena through Wiccan time travel. Loose ends wrapped up, spin-offs given loose ends to unravel, maybe even movies set up.
I look forward to the final Dawson's. While the show isn't even close to many other shows I've watched on a regular basis, I've been a regular since day one. The writing and acting of Felicity could have Dawson's crew for breakfast, but still... And here's a link so I don't freak anyone out.
Tonight's Dawson's Creek was wonderful. Well, relatively speaking. A good mix of sadness and nostalga, really hitting a number of old themes and events in the series that led the characters to this point in their lives, as well as some bad decisions and tragedies. I can see a number of great possible final story angles for the last few episodes. Personally, I can't wait for the last episode.
People, girlfriends mostly, are always accusing me of living in the past and being too nostalgic. Fuck that. I'll drive through Rockaway, see a street sign, have a rush of memories, and share that with my companion. But I'm not just dwelling in the past. I'm traversing through the paths back, the foundations of the person/place/thing that triggered the thought process. Sure. But I'm also following paths forward to alternate presents, alternate futures from them or from the current objective present. But I really don't share that with you, generic girlfriend or compatriot. It's easy for me to blab on about every time we've been to Sandy Hook in the past, but I really can't share the ``what if'' and possible futures I'm currently running through. So that leaves people accusing me of trapping myself in a prison of my own past all the time. Sure, I reflect on it constantly. It's the building blocks of who I am, and the best vault of learned knowledge I have available.
The ``Hello... ...Goodbye'' exhibit a couple of years ago at the Museum of Radio and Television was designed for me.
I love first episodes. I gobble them up. New possibilities, characters with worlds of character development waiting for them, all of the predictable ``very special episode'' yet to be hashed through. With the introduction of the main situation and characters, the entire story arc of the show's many seasons can be mentally mapped out. A realm of infinate possibilities, like the center of the I-Ching garden on LambdaMOO. Fuck yeah. Look at the first episode of Who's The Boss, how well it sets everything up.
I love final episodes. Devour them with rapture. You see how things go, happily or unhappily ever after, for everyone. Odo saves his race and leaves his love to play in the slime teaching the value of humanity. Mel Torme comes to talk to Judge Harry Stone. Felicity saves Elena through Wiccan time travel. Loose ends wrapped up, spin-offs given loose ends to unravel, maybe even movies set up.
I look forward to the final Dawson's. While the show isn't even close to many other shows I've watched on a regular basis, I've been a regular since day one. The writing and acting of Felicity could have Dawson's crew for breakfast, but still... And here's a link so I don't freak anyone out.
