I'm off work today and it seems very fitting. Not only is it Martin Luther King Day but it's Inauguration Day. There is so much coming this year, so much change on the horizon, the rise of the new and the loss of the old, I can't help but sit on the couch and cry a little.
I'm in a basically empty house, looking at a family that is diminishing in numbers as the days go on, but for some reason, I feel more hopeful than ever. But I can't help but mourn the past. I just feel as if there's a path to bring them together to move forward. As my political ties call it, I realize that it's time to declare this the New Progressive Era, or should we call it the Era of the Progressive.
So, it's time for progress in the daytime serial. It's time to move forward and let go of the old way of doing things. We need to realize the importance of history but move beyond it. Like the country, and myself, if you want to remain vital and thrive and "progress", you need to not only accept change, but embrace it and incorporate it into your daily life. It's time to let go, wave goodbye, show respect, cry a little, and then look forward. It's time to let go. The past is dead and those who cling to it will die with it.
Four years ago, I stood at Grant Park and cried with friends and strangers and thought it was all possible. It was the new beginning of a new era. We hugged and wept and all thought of MLK's words that one day people "would not be judged on the color of their skin but the content of their character". It seemed to all be happening. But there was a hesitancy. Was it a fluke? Would it last or was this a blip in history? It didn't feel like that, but it was something that plagued me a little. I went through the next four years with my fingers crossed and wincing a bit at what lay ahead, as it could be bad.
But it wasn't a fluke. It was the shift in culture I thought it had been. It was time. The past was dead and, although some of it was wonderful, it was gone. It was truly an era of the progressive. And society finally acknowledged it. It was time to accept it. And that seems to be coming.
Okay, so this seems to have nothing to do with the status of daytime drama but, in fact, it does. The old way is over. Watching soap operas on television is done. It's not happening, at least for me, anyway. I am so excited to never watch ABC daytime ever again. I haven't in months anyway. I haven't watched any show in months as, well, they suck!!
But I plan to watch AMC and relish the moment when, and if, it appears. I couldn't be more excited about that and OLTL. They seem to truly be the representation of the Progressive Era in Television, as they always were. Let the Phelps and Valentinis languish in the old world. They're drowning in red ink, anyway. Let them keep their bloated casts and moronic storylines and fascination with bare chests and boxing rings. Keep it, Dudes, and be happy. I don't like it. I don't support it. And I've moved on.
Give me the new era. I'm not going to be bogged down in the past. I'm not going to be "trained" and have to watch Nimnut's crappy stories and sick ideas about what makes "good soap". You keep that on the network that's killing you slowly. Go down with the ship. I've moved on and maybe out. But I'd rather be out than stuck in the past.
Like people who were lost in the past told me all Fall, and for four years, I was living in a fantasy. The President wouldn't win. He was only a voted in because that's HOW bad Bush was. He was a blip. Yeah, right, okay. I saw the media claim that he didn't have the numbers and they lived in their fucking bubble telling them what they wanted to hear.
Valentini has become the Dick Morris of daytime. Keep telling yourself that you're keeping those characters and they'll be back. Yeah, right, okay. Keep telling yourself that there's a future for yourself, Frank, you sound as tone deaf as the Republicans. And as relevant.
Your time is over. You're on your way to a 9% approval rating. No one cares about your attempt to hold on to your past. You failed. GH fans love their show. OLTL fans love their show. We're getting what we want. Not you, Frank. Move on. You look like a fool.
GH went up in numbers due to the focus on their VETS, not ours. GH fans are happy our people are leaving. OLTL fans are happy they're leaving. We want our show back and it looks like we'll get some of it. OLTL fans are ecstatic about who's been named. If Howarth stays with you, good for him, we'll be disappointed but I'll take the others over him any day. You all need to realize the situation here. It's not about what you want, Frank, it's about what we want.
Tell me again about people with numbers who live in the past. Have fun on ABC. Hope you and Ron and maybe Howarth enjoy your time in irrelevancy. I'm a Progressive. The question for you is this:
Where do you want your moment to be- in the past or with future? That's your choice but holding on to a time that's gone or dying doesn't make a movement. It holds you back.
I'll say this as it's so fitting. And it's perfect. "You take my
ending, Frank, I'll take yours". It's over. Maybe it's for
naught, I don't know, but I didn't accept what people told me about this election and I went
out and fought for what I wanted and believed in it. The President's being
inaugurated today for the second time. Martin Luther King may have been shot but he moved the world forward and is as relevant today as he was when he was alive.
Movers move forward. Losers stay in one place and refuse to give up ground. Maybe this show isn't for
you, Ron. You should move on. We'll stick around. Bring on Viki!!!She's always been a progressive.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Boats, Love, Death, and Neil Diamond: A Memory of Some Kind of a Man
I just heard that Robert S Woods is signing on to PP. Thank God. I need me some good guy and there aren't enough Bo's in the world today. But it means a little more to me today. I've been in a group of crying women for a long time.
Someone I loved died today. I don't think this has much to do with daytime drama, but there is some connection. I think some people's lives are more like soaps than any soap opera could ever be. My uncle was a man right out of a daytime drama. He wasn't a Bo but he was more of a gray character. And I couldn't have been luckier to have had him in my life. He truly loved me.
People are hard to know and often harder to understand. I think my uncle was Adam Chandler without the swank. He was David Hayward without the brilliance. He was Todd Manning without the money. But what he and Bo and all these characters had in common was that undying devotion to family. When they loved you, they loved all the way. It could be overbearing and maddening and suffocating, but there was no doubt that they loved you. Sometimes it made you want to run, but when it came down to it, it could keep you warm. And safe. And you always had your family.
I suppose we all have memories of people when they die. I'll remember my uncle on his speed boat. He always had a speedboat. He always had a boat he was playing with outside his house. I'm not kidding. Outside the house. On the lawn. In the suburbs or at the beach. That doesn't go over well with the neighbors. Or the village. But he kept those boats out there. No matter how many citations he got. Or even when they came and took the boat away. He'd just get another one. It became a running joke with the family. I remember my cousin took a picture of a boat outside a house and sent it to all of us. No comment, just the picture. I laughed for days. I knew what she meant.
At any rate, I'll always remember my uncle on the boat, smoking, shirtless in his "trunks"- light blue with the fake belt- and he's trying to get the boat into the marina. It's not going well. It's about 1974. He can't get the boat positioned right so my cousin is jumping into the water and trying to push the boat with her little body weight. He keeps trying to make it work and eventually, it does. But the whole time he's singing "Song Sung Blue" by Neil Diamond. He's laughing and not at all concerned about the situation. It's summer and we're in the country and he's on his boat with all his girls. And he's happy.
I'm wearing a life vest and I hate it. My father makes me wear it and no one else has to. I'm the youngest of the kids- all seven girls- and because I'm "the baby", I'm wearing the lifevest. But I'm looking at my uncle, shirtless, blonde, smoking, and singing. My cousins are all skinny, blonde, in bikinis, and jumping into the water. I wanted to be like them. They didn't wear life vests. I did and I wasn't blonde and I didn't get to jump in the water and I didn't wear bikinis. With that lifevest, I'd just float anyway. It's neon orange and it's hot and I hate it. I didn't belong on that boat. I wasn't like them. But I did belong because my uncle loved me.
My uncle was a real contradiction. He was hard edged and crazy and funny and beautiful and did I say crazy? He was a charmer and a serious curmudgeon. But he was also loving and caring and soft hearted and giving. He could be difficult and selfish and even cruel yet he never showed me anything but affection and respect and love. He made me feel safe and special. I knew when the cards were down, he'd "knock skulls" to protect me. And more than anything, he loved me.
But he was singing Neil Diamond. Or he was in the courtyard outside our cottages in the sand. He was lighting the fireworks on the Fourth of July. He was the only father with the nerve. My father always said that Jews don't play with fireworks. But my uncle did. And they don't work on boats. But my uncle did. And they don't walk around shirtless in their "trunks". But my uncle did. And they weren't blonde and beautiful, but my uncle was. As I said, he was a contradiction. He was everything he shouldn't have been, but he was what he was. He was my uncle and he loved me.
There's great line from the film "Touch of Evil". At the end, when Quinlan dies, Tanya, played by Marlena Dietrich, looks into the water and gives him this send off. "He was some kind of a man. What does it matter what you say about people?" She then walks off into the night but we know she's thinking about him the whole time and will forever. She has images in her mind of her time with him and doesn't feel the need to share. I think my uncle would like that. So that's how I'll send him off.
He was some kind of a man.
I think it doesn't matter what you say about people. It matters what you feel about them. And I loved that crazy schmuck. The images I have of him are in his trunks, shirtless, washing his white "Mark" on Lake Shore Drive. He's calling me "Dune", as he did, enunciating it low and long, and smiling at me. He's calling my aunt "Babe". And he's looking at me last week in the hospital. Smiling. As we talked about that boat. He couldn't talk much but he did try to talk about that boat. He was shirtless again and it seemed fitting. He smiled at me as I kissed him on the forehead. He looked at me and I knew that he loved me. I wish he'd called me "Dune" one more time, but he didn't. He just smiled.
I think I'll have to look into getting a little statue of a boat for my new house at the beach. He'd like that. I'll leave it outside. And then I'll play some Neil Diamond. "Forever in Blue Jeans", I think. And I'll go sit on a "dune". And have a damn good cry looking out onto the water and hope my uncle's out there, in that boat, and that it's finally fixed. But it's still in the yard...........
Someone I loved died today. I don't think this has much to do with daytime drama, but there is some connection. I think some people's lives are more like soaps than any soap opera could ever be. My uncle was a man right out of a daytime drama. He wasn't a Bo but he was more of a gray character. And I couldn't have been luckier to have had him in my life. He truly loved me.
People are hard to know and often harder to understand. I think my uncle was Adam Chandler without the swank. He was David Hayward without the brilliance. He was Todd Manning without the money. But what he and Bo and all these characters had in common was that undying devotion to family. When they loved you, they loved all the way. It could be overbearing and maddening and suffocating, but there was no doubt that they loved you. Sometimes it made you want to run, but when it came down to it, it could keep you warm. And safe. And you always had your family.
I suppose we all have memories of people when they die. I'll remember my uncle on his speed boat. He always had a speedboat. He always had a boat he was playing with outside his house. I'm not kidding. Outside the house. On the lawn. In the suburbs or at the beach. That doesn't go over well with the neighbors. Or the village. But he kept those boats out there. No matter how many citations he got. Or even when they came and took the boat away. He'd just get another one. It became a running joke with the family. I remember my cousin took a picture of a boat outside a house and sent it to all of us. No comment, just the picture. I laughed for days. I knew what she meant.
At any rate, I'll always remember my uncle on the boat, smoking, shirtless in his "trunks"- light blue with the fake belt- and he's trying to get the boat into the marina. It's not going well. It's about 1974. He can't get the boat positioned right so my cousin is jumping into the water and trying to push the boat with her little body weight. He keeps trying to make it work and eventually, it does. But the whole time he's singing "Song Sung Blue" by Neil Diamond. He's laughing and not at all concerned about the situation. It's summer and we're in the country and he's on his boat with all his girls. And he's happy.
I'm wearing a life vest and I hate it. My father makes me wear it and no one else has to. I'm the youngest of the kids- all seven girls- and because I'm "the baby", I'm wearing the lifevest. But I'm looking at my uncle, shirtless, blonde, smoking, and singing. My cousins are all skinny, blonde, in bikinis, and jumping into the water. I wanted to be like them. They didn't wear life vests. I did and I wasn't blonde and I didn't get to jump in the water and I didn't wear bikinis. With that lifevest, I'd just float anyway. It's neon orange and it's hot and I hate it. I didn't belong on that boat. I wasn't like them. But I did belong because my uncle loved me.
My uncle was a real contradiction. He was hard edged and crazy and funny and beautiful and did I say crazy? He was a charmer and a serious curmudgeon. But he was also loving and caring and soft hearted and giving. He could be difficult and selfish and even cruel yet he never showed me anything but affection and respect and love. He made me feel safe and special. I knew when the cards were down, he'd "knock skulls" to protect me. And more than anything, he loved me.
But he was singing Neil Diamond. Or he was in the courtyard outside our cottages in the sand. He was lighting the fireworks on the Fourth of July. He was the only father with the nerve. My father always said that Jews don't play with fireworks. But my uncle did. And they don't work on boats. But my uncle did. And they don't walk around shirtless in their "trunks". But my uncle did. And they weren't blonde and beautiful, but my uncle was. As I said, he was a contradiction. He was everything he shouldn't have been, but he was what he was. He was my uncle and he loved me.
There's great line from the film "Touch of Evil". At the end, when Quinlan dies, Tanya, played by Marlena Dietrich, looks into the water and gives him this send off. "He was some kind of a man. What does it matter what you say about people?" She then walks off into the night but we know she's thinking about him the whole time and will forever. She has images in her mind of her time with him and doesn't feel the need to share. I think my uncle would like that. So that's how I'll send him off.
He was some kind of a man.
I think it doesn't matter what you say about people. It matters what you feel about them. And I loved that crazy schmuck. The images I have of him are in his trunks, shirtless, washing his white "Mark" on Lake Shore Drive. He's calling me "Dune", as he did, enunciating it low and long, and smiling at me. He's calling my aunt "Babe". And he's looking at me last week in the hospital. Smiling. As we talked about that boat. He couldn't talk much but he did try to talk about that boat. He was shirtless again and it seemed fitting. He smiled at me as I kissed him on the forehead. He looked at me and I knew that he loved me. I wish he'd called me "Dune" one more time, but he didn't. He just smiled.
I think I'll have to look into getting a little statue of a boat for my new house at the beach. He'd like that. I'll leave it outside. And then I'll play some Neil Diamond. "Forever in Blue Jeans", I think. And I'll go sit on a "dune". And have a damn good cry looking out onto the water and hope my uncle's out there, in that boat, and that it's finally fixed. But it's still in the yard...........
Friday, January 11, 2013
The Dulling of a Man: Todd Manning- Portrait of a Failure
OMG, I can't believe I'm writing this, but here goes. Todd Manning sucks. He really does. The only thing left to do with him is turn him off. And I've been doing that for months now. But, I have some time and the inclination to rant a bit, so what the hell.
Goodbye, Todd, you've committed the ultimate sin. You're boring and average and thoroughly unlikable.
I really do hope that PP does get OLTL up and running at some point. I truly miss that show. I realize that it wasn't single characters that made it great. It was the relationships between the characters that made it great. It was the way there were histories involved and long, complicated stories that could be played out on their faces, even without words. That was what was intriguing, not the characters themselves.
That's what's missing. Todd Manning, one of my favorite characters of all time, is now a dullard. He's drab and uninteresting and I actively avoid him. Know why? He's got no one who knows him, except Starr and John, and there's little to be seen of that. Good job, Guys, you did it. You made Todd Manning a loser. Now, leave him on GH with his fat gal pal or ship him home. Really, I don't care. He's as annoying as Carly. Oh, and don't do sex scenes if you need to wear Spanx. It's sad.
I suppose this can be reversed, but I'm skeptical. You see I warned you months ago that GH was a loser as many characters on that show had the "stink of the loser" and that is was catching. After reading Ms. Wright whining about the great love of Carly and Todd, I see how big a loser these people are in reality. Deep love? Huh???Since when? Last I heard, he was texting his ex-wife right before he fucked you and you were drooling over your ex. Was that when you two fell in love? Sorry, Toots, I haven't seen any love at all. Just loneliness and desperation.
And here's what's most sick. I guess Wright's job is in trouble, that's obvious and the rumors are rampant. We all know that Frankie Boy loves his little vixens and the bigger gals of significant age are never safe, but why is this broad pimping a really sick relationship that has denigrated her character in this way? He's used her, manipulated her, hid his obsession for his ex-wife from her, and then she had to bully him into "committing" to her, all this about week since she saw him doing jigs over his ex-wife's marriage not happening. This is a deep love to you, Honey? I don't think so.
Look, we all have access to call times. We know that Ms. Wright hasn't taped except for once in over a month, granted two weeks were dark. But that leaves two weeks with just about nothing. That's, what, a month of airtime? Sweetie, you're in trouble. We get that. You go to the mags and start pimping yourself. We get it that you're going to "force the writers" to write the great love story of Carly and her abuser. You're really just afraid. I get that. But it makes you look even more pathetic than your pathetic character. It's unseemly, Laura, really unseemly. And if KDP was your friend, it also makes you look like an asshole by trying to throw her pairing under the bus as being old news.
All in all, it makes you look nasty. Not good for you. Now apologize.
At any rate, Todd's so dull with this story, it's ridiculous. Now I know there are those who just like to see Roger Howarth get naked. That's fine. Good for them. Personally, I don't find him attractive in that way and even if I did, I'd want him to be interesting. This ain't it.
I miss Todd sparring with Nora. I miss Marty's hatred of his face and his mere existence and how they both physically recoil when they are near one another. I miss David's snarkiness with him and callouts to past history. I miss the way Viki looks at him with exasperation and understanding and the way he looks at her with such neediness. I miss the love and longing in his eyes when he sees Blair and the pain that inevitably ensues. I miss the guilt on his face when Tea enters a room. And I even miss his crazyass sparring with his crazyass brother. Now that was a little funny.
Once in a while, I see how he loves his kid. That's nice. I do love how John hates him and it's mutual but underneath, they both seem to love it. But, other than that, I'm getting nothing. The big gal whines and spits venom about herself and Howarth stands there. Yeah, that's fun....only not. That's what you're fighting for? Well, the ratings are out and again, you're not setting the world on fire, Laura. In fact, you're tanking them.
Look, Frank, you have some good stuff going on this show and I think I'll make almost every GH fan love me for this statement. You need to make this show GH. Not the Todd Show. You see, they don't want to see the Todd Show. We want to see the Todd Show but we want "our Todd", not Frat Boy #2, Eddie Haskell, Paul Manning, or Roger Fucking Howarth. We want Todd. And, for the 856th time, there is not Todd without the others.
I read an interesting comment from Nimnuts where he said that Todd in PC doesn't have the rape hanging over his head. That's true, I suppose, but you know what? That's what made him interesting. Without it, he's drab, ordinary, and no one I find even a little compelling. He's a selfish shit with some snarky lines. Yeah, not drawing me in.
So, bring on PP. Bring on the spectacular Clint and Viki and David and Nora and Bo and Nat and Blair and Dorian and so on and so on. Leave Todd where he is, bring him back, I don't care. But, I'll tell you one thing- you better wipe this time out of his memory and mine because it sucks.
When's AMC starting? I need to get interesting characters back STAT!!
Goodbye, Todd, you've committed the ultimate sin. You're boring and average and thoroughly unlikable.
I really do hope that PP does get OLTL up and running at some point. I truly miss that show. I realize that it wasn't single characters that made it great. It was the relationships between the characters that made it great. It was the way there were histories involved and long, complicated stories that could be played out on their faces, even without words. That was what was intriguing, not the characters themselves.
That's what's missing. Todd Manning, one of my favorite characters of all time, is now a dullard. He's drab and uninteresting and I actively avoid him. Know why? He's got no one who knows him, except Starr and John, and there's little to be seen of that. Good job, Guys, you did it. You made Todd Manning a loser. Now, leave him on GH with his fat gal pal or ship him home. Really, I don't care. He's as annoying as Carly. Oh, and don't do sex scenes if you need to wear Spanx. It's sad.
I suppose this can be reversed, but I'm skeptical. You see I warned you months ago that GH was a loser as many characters on that show had the "stink of the loser" and that is was catching. After reading Ms. Wright whining about the great love of Carly and Todd, I see how big a loser these people are in reality. Deep love? Huh???Since when? Last I heard, he was texting his ex-wife right before he fucked you and you were drooling over your ex. Was that when you two fell in love? Sorry, Toots, I haven't seen any love at all. Just loneliness and desperation.
And here's what's most sick. I guess Wright's job is in trouble, that's obvious and the rumors are rampant. We all know that Frankie Boy loves his little vixens and the bigger gals of significant age are never safe, but why is this broad pimping a really sick relationship that has denigrated her character in this way? He's used her, manipulated her, hid his obsession for his ex-wife from her, and then she had to bully him into "committing" to her, all this about week since she saw him doing jigs over his ex-wife's marriage not happening. This is a deep love to you, Honey? I don't think so.
Look, we all have access to call times. We know that Ms. Wright hasn't taped except for once in over a month, granted two weeks were dark. But that leaves two weeks with just about nothing. That's, what, a month of airtime? Sweetie, you're in trouble. We get that. You go to the mags and start pimping yourself. We get it that you're going to "force the writers" to write the great love story of Carly and her abuser. You're really just afraid. I get that. But it makes you look even more pathetic than your pathetic character. It's unseemly, Laura, really unseemly. And if KDP was your friend, it also makes you look like an asshole by trying to throw her pairing under the bus as being old news.
All in all, it makes you look nasty. Not good for you. Now apologize.
At any rate, Todd's so dull with this story, it's ridiculous. Now I know there are those who just like to see Roger Howarth get naked. That's fine. Good for them. Personally, I don't find him attractive in that way and even if I did, I'd want him to be interesting. This ain't it.
I miss Todd sparring with Nora. I miss Marty's hatred of his face and his mere existence and how they both physically recoil when they are near one another. I miss David's snarkiness with him and callouts to past history. I miss the way Viki looks at him with exasperation and understanding and the way he looks at her with such neediness. I miss the love and longing in his eyes when he sees Blair and the pain that inevitably ensues. I miss the guilt on his face when Tea enters a room. And I even miss his crazyass sparring with his crazyass brother. Now that was a little funny.
Once in a while, I see how he loves his kid. That's nice. I do love how John hates him and it's mutual but underneath, they both seem to love it. But, other than that, I'm getting nothing. The big gal whines and spits venom about herself and Howarth stands there. Yeah, that's fun....only not. That's what you're fighting for? Well, the ratings are out and again, you're not setting the world on fire, Laura. In fact, you're tanking them.
Look, Frank, you have some good stuff going on this show and I think I'll make almost every GH fan love me for this statement. You need to make this show GH. Not the Todd Show. You see, they don't want to see the Todd Show. We want to see the Todd Show but we want "our Todd", not Frat Boy #2, Eddie Haskell, Paul Manning, or Roger Fucking Howarth. We want Todd. And, for the 856th time, there is not Todd without the others.
I read an interesting comment from Nimnuts where he said that Todd in PC doesn't have the rape hanging over his head. That's true, I suppose, but you know what? That's what made him interesting. Without it, he's drab, ordinary, and no one I find even a little compelling. He's a selfish shit with some snarky lines. Yeah, not drawing me in.
So, bring on PP. Bring on the spectacular Clint and Viki and David and Nora and Bo and Nat and Blair and Dorian and so on and so on. Leave Todd where he is, bring him back, I don't care. But, I'll tell you one thing- you better wipe this time out of his memory and mine because it sucks.
When's AMC starting? I need to get interesting characters back STAT!!
Monday, January 7, 2013
My Boyfriend's Back and You're Gonna Be in Trouble: Is David Resurrecting the Dead Yet Again?
I don't know if I can even let myself go there. Really. Can it be? Would it happen? And how could it be this good? Is it even possible that not only is AMC coming back but it has locked up three of my favorites, including the indubitable Dr. David the Hot?? Can it be? I want to believe but do I dare?
I have to admit that I've been really unengaged and uninterested. Y&R nauseates me. I find DOOL without a Bo uninteresting. GH? Yeah, no, just no. Although I do appreciate seeing Carly ground into the dirt, I'm not watching a convicted sex offender manipulate a woman. It's gross- even if it's Carly. Nice Spanx comments all over the net, though. Laughed and laughed and laughed at how that scene went over like a lead balloon. Still love Todd, just not now. But, I'm patient. And I will be watching to see that Harpy look like a moron all over town. Again- YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SLEPT WITH TONY!!!!
But I digress into the Yuckiness that is "Tarly" or, as I like to call them "Codd". ICKY. At any rate, the PP news leaves me skeptical but, man, I want to be on board. I want to see those people again and every name that shows up gets me happier and happier and happier. David, Angie, Jesse, now Tad?? Holy Crap, Batman, it's Quality Week over there.
It's strange how much reinvigorating those shows parallels my real life in a way. After what has been the worst 18 months of my rather bleak life in general, it does seem that there may be a light at the end of the tunnel. It's leading out to a place that's familiar and I want to go, and know I need to go, but it isn't the exact place I've always known, and it's missing some of the key elements I leaned on. But, it's coming and, in it's own way, it will be home.
That's how I see this potential AMC reboot. I see it as a new show with the quality elements of the old one, the one I left behind and lost to some extent. But when it was gone, I missed it dearly. Now, it may be back, if there's faith and courage and sacrifice, but it won't be the same. It will be a version but not the same.
I suppose we all have to change and accept that some loss is necessary. I know that I am losing people I love dearly and watching them die is excruciating. But, once they've gone, they won't be in pain or torment any more. It will be kind of release and it's crushing to say that, but it's true. Some forms of life are not worth living. When we emerge from that painful moment, we have to keep them with us but move forward, I know that. And be sure to honor them as they were so important and special to us. They made us who we are.
So, that's how I see this "new" AMC. AMC was all wrapped up in real life emotion for me and losing it coincided with losing so much in my real life, much that I associated with that silly show. However, now that we're in the "twilight", as it seems, AMC is recovering from her loss, as well. As I prepare to say goodbye to my past, so does she. But she and I look to the future while holding on to the legacy and what remains. We want to be faithful to what was while we find out what the future holds.
We'll see what happens. Can they make it work? Can they lift a show on what is left? Can they forge a new frontier and honor how they got here? I don't know. But I know I'm on the same journey and asking the same questions. I hope, as always happened, she and I are both successful. And this summer, I'm sitting on my same beach, going upstairs to my new home in an old house to watch my old show in a new format, and I'm surrounded by the memories of those who got me there and will remain forever.
You see, I plan to scatter many ashes on that beach soon. That way, those who loved it can be a part of it in every way. I think of this potential new show being the same. There will be those who loved it but can't be there. The ones who remain will honor them and carrying the legacies with them and make sure they are part of it forever.
And is it too much to ask for a little Brooke and Adam? Come on, leave Erica behind. That's great. But I needs me some Chandler. STAT!!! There's a lot of sadness in this happiness that may come. I need Adam spinning it for me. And Stuart seeing the bright side and making it less hard to live through.
Now if my boyfriend, David, could really resurrect the dead......
I have to admit that I've been really unengaged and uninterested. Y&R nauseates me. I find DOOL without a Bo uninteresting. GH? Yeah, no, just no. Although I do appreciate seeing Carly ground into the dirt, I'm not watching a convicted sex offender manipulate a woman. It's gross- even if it's Carly. Nice Spanx comments all over the net, though. Laughed and laughed and laughed at how that scene went over like a lead balloon. Still love Todd, just not now. But, I'm patient. And I will be watching to see that Harpy look like a moron all over town. Again- YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SLEPT WITH TONY!!!!
But I digress into the Yuckiness that is "Tarly" or, as I like to call them "Codd". ICKY. At any rate, the PP news leaves me skeptical but, man, I want to be on board. I want to see those people again and every name that shows up gets me happier and happier and happier. David, Angie, Jesse, now Tad?? Holy Crap, Batman, it's Quality Week over there.
It's strange how much reinvigorating those shows parallels my real life in a way. After what has been the worst 18 months of my rather bleak life in general, it does seem that there may be a light at the end of the tunnel. It's leading out to a place that's familiar and I want to go, and know I need to go, but it isn't the exact place I've always known, and it's missing some of the key elements I leaned on. But, it's coming and, in it's own way, it will be home.
That's how I see this potential AMC reboot. I see it as a new show with the quality elements of the old one, the one I left behind and lost to some extent. But when it was gone, I missed it dearly. Now, it may be back, if there's faith and courage and sacrifice, but it won't be the same. It will be a version but not the same.
I suppose we all have to change and accept that some loss is necessary. I know that I am losing people I love dearly and watching them die is excruciating. But, once they've gone, they won't be in pain or torment any more. It will be kind of release and it's crushing to say that, but it's true. Some forms of life are not worth living. When we emerge from that painful moment, we have to keep them with us but move forward, I know that. And be sure to honor them as they were so important and special to us. They made us who we are.
So, that's how I see this "new" AMC. AMC was all wrapped up in real life emotion for me and losing it coincided with losing so much in my real life, much that I associated with that silly show. However, now that we're in the "twilight", as it seems, AMC is recovering from her loss, as well. As I prepare to say goodbye to my past, so does she. But she and I look to the future while holding on to the legacy and what remains. We want to be faithful to what was while we find out what the future holds.
We'll see what happens. Can they make it work? Can they lift a show on what is left? Can they forge a new frontier and honor how they got here? I don't know. But I know I'm on the same journey and asking the same questions. I hope, as always happened, she and I are both successful. And this summer, I'm sitting on my same beach, going upstairs to my new home in an old house to watch my old show in a new format, and I'm surrounded by the memories of those who got me there and will remain forever.
You see, I plan to scatter many ashes on that beach soon. That way, those who loved it can be a part of it in every way. I think of this potential new show being the same. There will be those who loved it but can't be there. The ones who remain will honor them and carrying the legacies with them and make sure they are part of it forever.
And is it too much to ask for a little Brooke and Adam? Come on, leave Erica behind. That's great. But I needs me some Chandler. STAT!!! There's a lot of sadness in this happiness that may come. I need Adam spinning it for me. And Stuart seeing the bright side and making it less hard to live through.
Now if my boyfriend, David, could really resurrect the dead......
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