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Well, Here I Am
It turns out I got my wires crossed and missed most of "Lost" last night, but thank God I had the good sense to tape it; Eric's coming over on Sunday, likely, and we'll watch it then.
I picked up a bottle of strawberry-infused white zinfandel (I'm a fag) and polished off Firefly with the last five episodes, which were all very good. I noticed there were a lot of sequel episodes in the first season; they run into Niska twice, Saffron/Yolanda twice, and there are a couple of other chance encounters that make the outer edges of space seem a lot smaller than it should be. :) Still, all of them were very well written; I love series that build up all of these in-jokes that you have to be on your toes to catch. That's one advantage of watching a series on DVD; you can see how tight the story arc and character development are through a season in a much shorter span of time. Gives you an appreciation of how well people use the medium that you never had before.
Anyway, the last episode was definitely one of the best; you kind of get a new appreciation for what River is going through, even though she's still kind of annoying. <:) But if reality was that fluid all the time, I'd be cracked a little too. I'm holding a stick. No, I'm holding a loaded gun. Well, shit...what's that doing here? Heh heh. I also totally bought into the idea of River you know...doing what she did with the ship. I actually found myself disappointed when I discovered it wasn't to be. Oh, and the last line, I think, tops "How's Annie?" for best series-ending line ever. :) Other than that, called my mom last night. We talked for a bit and she kept me up on more of my family's situation; my brother got divorced, remarried and is now doing stand-up at local clubs. My aunt had surgery on her heart, then had a stroke after that. She just got out of the hospital. And my mom is absolutely dead set on living in that house no matter what it takes out of her. We almost fought about it, but I had to throw my hands up after a fashion. She's not in the situation because she can't get out; she's in the situation because she chooses to be. I'll keep helping where I can, and I'll keep revisiting the idea of moving with her, but beyond that there's not much I can do. In other news, I'm in a low-tolerance mood for unnecessary angst. I'm beginning to believe that coddling someone who gets stuck in the loop of suffering isn't always the way to go, and in a lot of ways it just encourages them to stay there. With some people, a good healthy slap to the face or kick to the privates might be in order, though when and how hard to administer the medicine may vary from person to person. You just have to know the situation, I suppose. Just because you're not willing to put up with someone's shit doesn't mean there's not a deep and compassionate affection for them. ;) I'm starting to get more comfortable in the roles of hypocrite, undecisive, annoyingly cloying. There are still gnawing fears in the back of my brain that tells me certain folks wouldn't mind not ever seeing me again, but I hope that isn't true. <:) Do I wish I were someone else? Sure. I wish I could be as good as Kaylee, or as charming as Mal, or as confident as Shepherd Book. (If you've never seen Firefly these comparisons mean nothing to you.) But I guess I'm just me. That's cool too.
I picked up a bottle of strawberry-infused white zinfandel (I'm a fag) and polished off Firefly with the last five episodes, which were all very good. I noticed there were a lot of sequel episodes in the first season; they run into Niska twice, Saffron/Yolanda twice, and there are a couple of other chance encounters that make the outer edges of space seem a lot smaller than it should be. :) Still, all of them were very well written; I love series that build up all of these in-jokes that you have to be on your toes to catch. That's one advantage of watching a series on DVD; you can see how tight the story arc and character development are through a season in a much shorter span of time. Gives you an appreciation of how well people use the medium that you never had before.
Anyway, the last episode was definitely one of the best; you kind of get a new appreciation for what River is going through, even though she's still kind of annoying. <:) But if reality was that fluid all the time, I'd be cracked a little too. I'm holding a stick. No, I'm holding a loaded gun. Well, shit...what's that doing here? Heh heh. I also totally bought into the idea of River you know...doing what she did with the ship. I actually found myself disappointed when I discovered it wasn't to be. Oh, and the last line, I think, tops "How's Annie?" for best series-ending line ever. :) Other than that, called my mom last night. We talked for a bit and she kept me up on more of my family's situation; my brother got divorced, remarried and is now doing stand-up at local clubs. My aunt had surgery on her heart, then had a stroke after that. She just got out of the hospital. And my mom is absolutely dead set on living in that house no matter what it takes out of her. We almost fought about it, but I had to throw my hands up after a fashion. She's not in the situation because she can't get out; she's in the situation because she chooses to be. I'll keep helping where I can, and I'll keep revisiting the idea of moving with her, but beyond that there's not much I can do. In other news, I'm in a low-tolerance mood for unnecessary angst. I'm beginning to believe that coddling someone who gets stuck in the loop of suffering isn't always the way to go, and in a lot of ways it just encourages them to stay there. With some people, a good healthy slap to the face or kick to the privates might be in order, though when and how hard to administer the medicine may vary from person to person. You just have to know the situation, I suppose. Just because you're not willing to put up with someone's shit doesn't mean there's not a deep and compassionate affection for them. ;) I'm starting to get more comfortable in the roles of hypocrite, undecisive, annoyingly cloying. There are still gnawing fears in the back of my brain that tells me certain folks wouldn't mind not ever seeing me again, but I hope that isn't true. <:) Do I wish I were someone else? Sure. I wish I could be as good as Kaylee, or as charming as Mal, or as confident as Shepherd Book. (If you've never seen Firefly these comparisons mean nothing to you.) But I guess I'm just me. That's cool too.