I’ve got a migraine aura sneaking around the fringe of my eyesight and the back of my brain. I was going to skip blogging but realised that it was more important to me to get something written than to pout and wait for my brain to kill me. So I’m squeaking this in under the wire.
I just left a birthday message for a friend on Facebook. It didn’t strike me as weird at all; I was like “hey! My friend’s birthday is today!” and I remembered all the times my friend said something to cheer me up or make me think or even make me tear up a little. It didn’t strike me as that weird at all that we’ve never met and that I had only about a 50% of recognising him from his picture. This is a lovely world, and I’m so glad to be here. And I’m also glad that Dolphin’s birthday is today and I hope he has a happy one.
The other favour the internet has done for me today was to convince me to give up on Treme. I read through Alan Sepinwall’s recaps last night and realised that perhaps this show really wasn’t going to be for me. I had pretty much decided that already but I was keeping watching for a very specific personal reason. Now to those of you haven’t seen Treme yet and are still thinking you want to, you probably wanna skip the next paragraph.
Treme Spoiler Begins here
I was watching Treme because John Goodman’s character Creighton was based on another one of my Internet Friends. I first met Ashley Morris about 13 years ago. He was THE Uber-Zevon fan online, and had the single best Warren Zevon fansite anywhere. He’d also met Warren several times and had a good many anecdotes to share. We corresponded about Zevon, about life and about the strange world of being a fan of someone loved by so few but loved so mightily. We talked a bit over the years, but sort of drifted apart after Warren died. A lot of Zevon fans experienced that–it was too hard to stay in touch.
When I started watching Treme I had to do a lot of homework–David Simon’s shows always include a lot of throwaway references that you can either ignore or seek out, depending on your level of curiousity. Guess which one I always pick? Anyway, I sought them out and in so doing I discovered that after I lost touch with Ashley he had become pretty reknown for his blogs about New Orleans. Simon decided to base a character on Ashley, and a lot of Ashley’s words were respoken by Goodman. Ashley, however, never saw this, as he died in 2008. So watching Goodman was kind of like watching Ashley on TV. It wouldve been much more Ashley-like if there had been some Zevon, but Zevon isn’t really high-profile New Orleans.
As I read ahead in Sepinwall’s recaps, though, I realised that the story arc (if you can call something with no beginning, a flat middle and a sudden end an “arc”) for the Ashley/Creighton character was to take him through depression to suicide.
No thank you. I lost Ashley once when we both lost Warren. I lost him again when I read of his death. I didn’t much relish the idea of watching even a faux Ashley sink into depression then jump from the Ferry. And since nothing seems to happen in Treme anyway, I’m content to just let this one pass me by. I’ll wait til later to see more of Ashley.
Treme Spoiler Ends here
Wow. That took more words than I expected. I’m now almost allergic to exceeding 500 words here because I dread the whole “too long; didn’t read” curse. What’s funny, though, is that anyone reads me at all. I suppose I’m just trying to be a good guest in people’s lives and not overstay my welcome. Dang it, that sounded suicidal. It isn’t though. I’m not talking about ending my life, just ending a blog article. ::insert random emoticon here.::