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I've recently started watching SFU season two again. I can't get over the scene between Nate and David in the first episode, where Nate takes the "aspirin" and gets happy and touchy with his girlfriend and his brother. Perhaps it is that I've been watching Numb3rs, so 'cesty as it is, but little Nate and Dave bunnies keep attacking me. I'm glad, since I've been feeling uncharacteristically depressed lately, and a bit of fannishness should help.
SFU is one of the few shows where I feel strong attachment to all of the characters, and can identify with many of them. Issues of death, spirituality, family, etc. have been coming up with me for several years, and quite strongly for the last few weeks. Getting really ill took a lot out of me, and politics, job worries (for everyone I know, not so much myself even), and serious illness of family members is getting me down more than usual. Watching SFU is getting deep into my psyche in a way that other watching other shows doesn't at the moment. I hope it helps me with writing, because the depression is really affecting my experience there. It's the "everything's been done, what's the point" malaise, with a helping of "anything really fresh will seem weird". Why do I care what people could say about my stories etc.? Nobody's ever flamed me, knock-on-wood. But I read too many critical commentaries, though I know I'm always unable to write for a time after I do that.
/instrospective grumpy post
SFU is one of the few shows where I feel strong attachment to all of the characters, and can identify with many of them. Issues of death, spirituality, family, etc. have been coming up with me for several years, and quite strongly for the last few weeks. Getting really ill took a lot out of me, and politics, job worries (for everyone I know, not so much myself even), and serious illness of family members is getting me down more than usual. Watching SFU is getting deep into my psyche in a way that other watching other shows doesn't at the moment. I hope it helps me with writing, because the depression is really affecting my experience there. It's the "everything's been done, what's the point" malaise, with a helping of "anything really fresh will seem weird". Why do I care what people could say about my stories etc.? Nobody's ever flamed me, knock-on-wood. But I read too many critical commentaries, though I know I'm always unable to write for a time after I do that.
/instrospective grumpy post