Not the end of this blog. Don't worry. I keep thinking of things to write, I get distracted, I get lazy, and then I just forget.
I'm here, and will be for a while!
I'm talking about the end of tv shows. ER's series finale aired last Thursday, and the only thing it made me want is another season. They ended it so quietly, just casually shoving Rachel Greene (am I the only one who giggles and thinks of Jennifer Aniston?) into County General, and talking about Mark Greene a little bit. Showing a couple of old cast members and making it feel more like a reunion show than an ending.. I wasn't a fan.
Don't get me wrong. I hate endings. I hate that things have to end. Especially tv shows. I pouted for a week when Buffy ended. I still kind of am, though I wonder where they would have gone had they still been on tv.
What I hate even worse are non-endings. When tv shows just get lopped off at the knees. Pushing Daisies, I'm looking at you. You did nothing wrong, and were made of awesome.
The same can be said to your older siblings Wonderfalls and Dead Like Me. What did they ever do but be quirky?
I don't like to see the characters I love so much go away. I had to deal with my first tragedy of show ending when NBC just decided that seaQuest didn't deserve to be around anymore. It's a harsh lesson to learn at 13 when you find out your teenage lustings are gone.
Okay, I lied, the first series finale I remember seeing was Wonder Years. But that didn't feel like an end to me. I was like.. 7? And all I knew is that Kevin Arnold wasn't on tv anymore, so maybe that meant he'd show up at my house and ask me to marry him. Guess I was wrong.
I don't put much stock into tv shows anymore. After being burned by Pushing Daisies running away on me, I don't want to start loving another show only to have it taken away. Perhaps that's why I haven't watched any of Dollhouse, or caught more than an episode of Castle. Yes, yes, I know ratings are what makes the shows come back, but I'm torn. I've gotten my heart broken.
I'll just wait for DVD.