So, I'm Han. It's obvious a reference very few would bother to take, and as such confirms the Solo in me. For those of you not into the whole Google-thingy, the Han reference is from Fringe. For the few of you who might remember that particular sentence; I feel for you.
I kind of like Christmas. It's got nothing to do with presents, very little to do with family (especially as my older brother tends to be AWOL at Christmas these days) and I HATE the shopping-commercial-pshyco side of it all. I always has, I always will.
If you got any kind of network, Christmas is a great time to spend with family and friends. If you're anything like me, you got to search elsewhere. It seems every Christmas I return to the closest thing I got; TV-shows. This year wasn't any different, and I've so far spent the past week diving back into re-visiting familiar shows like The Unusuals (one season show starring Amber Tamblyn and Jerery Renner), Moonlight (one season show starring Alex O'Loughlin and Sophia Myles), Dark Angel (starring Jessica Alba and Micheal Weatherly) and now I'm about to take on the still ongoing world of Fringe (starring Anna Torv, John Noble and Joshua Jackson). Of these three, only Fringe is good enough and long-running enough to come close to the usual familiar feeling, but the first two was chosen on being good enough to do the trick as I wasn't quite up for re-visiting more familiar friends like Dawson's Creek, Veronica Mars, Firefly, The West Wing and the likes. When it comes to Dark Angel, it was one of those typical bad judgment calls of the station. It shouldn't have been canceled, and exceeds a lot of the other crap we're fed with on regular basis. Shame on them, as Weatherly went on to be successful in NCIS and Alba became the sex-icon she was always destined to become.
Dark Angel also gave me a couple of refreshed ideas on my own projects, handing me Sam as a character I'm about to give birth into a future post-apocalyptic world. In fact, it seems Sam is about to come to life before my originally intended story on Jonah. I might also mention I'm a little inspired by Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games when I think about Sam. This won't mean much to you at the moment, but maybe some day it will make all kind of sense. Who knows?
Anyways. I'm rambling on because I just can't believe Fringe isn't even bigger than it is. Everyone should watch this show. It's highly entertaining, and it might just open your eyes to possibilities you could hardly imagine. That's quite a feat, at least in my book. However. It's still a work in progress, so who knows how I'll remember it when the day comes they cancel it. for now it's well worth nothing Joshua Jackson is written into my personal history as one of a very few selective actors whom are present in more than one great Tv-show. The only other one who comes to mind is Bradley Whitford (The West Wing and Studio 60 on Sunset Boulevard). I mention this because my current idea of a pseudonym is P.J. Witterly, which obviously relates to Jackson's character Pacey J. Witter in Dawson's Creek.
Last year I took a 6 weeks break from movies between December 27th and late February. This year I haven't watched a movie since December 23rd. I'm pretty sure I'll watch In Search of a Midnight Kiss on New Year's Eve, but beside that one I don't think movies will be much of a priority in the coming months. I'll hopefully be writing, and in between I'll be spending time with my friends, familiar TV-shows. It's a somewhat sad statement, but it's the truth. Why deny it?
Good TV-shows have a specific value, much like good books or book-franchises. They give you a certain insight into characters that movies can never manage. That's invaluable, and that's my Christmases ticking away like a clock. You can't have to many old friends like Fringe, Dawson's Creek and Firefly when you're socially in-adapt like me.
By the way. There's this one girl I always miss, but especially so every Christmas. She'll never read this, but I think I'll never really get past the memory of her as long as I live. At Christmas it becomes an even closer bond because of history. I wish her everything good possible in this world, and have to live with the knowledge I'm never again even gonna be her friend. That sucks on more levels than I care to think about, but I guess love is funny that way.
Happy holidays, and an intriguing new year,
Zapper
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