And so, he forgot, he forgot, maybe not…
Warm soft skin, early morning light, peace, dreams, hold on tight…
It takes a special sort of boy to find what he’s been looking for and casually dismiss it.
Life is very long.
So, in a remarkable display of responsibility, my father didn’t send in my acceptance letter for my national merit scholarship. Thanks, Dad… Sometimes I remember how young my parents were with their first child, it’s like birth control only more effective.
Firefly is over. This makes me very sad… All I have left is the movie and then it’s all done. I suppose I’ll just have to move on to watching The West Wing.
I have this tendency, when I’m depressed, to search and search for an explanation. As one might expect, the reason for my depression and the reason I give it are very rarely causal. More often, I think of what would make me feel better, and blame that (or them) for not being there. It’s a pretty bad system, really.
Yesterday was a very bad day at work. I’m holding out hope that today will be better. At least I haven’t dropped anything important yet…
May 26th, 2006 at 10:12 pm
It made me sad when I finished watching Firefly, too. I have a friend at work, David, who told me that “Battlestar Gallactica” (BSG) was good, and so now I have that. And it is. It’s good. It’s very good sci-fi TV. Well written, good drama, good actors, nice big booms. But it’s good the way that “West Wing” was good (I stopped watching after the Pres’ daughter was kidnapped… that’s a shark-jumper in my book). It’s “big” good. BSG is about fleets and governments and the fate of humanity.
Firefly was “Cheeers” in space. No, not a comedy, of course not. And BSG has people-drama and close-quarters activities, too. But what made Firefly so very, very special was that it was all a close up. “This is what we’ll look like when we’re living in space.”
What fun. What dark, interesting, scary, funny, fun.
I await my next TV fetish.