I am genuinely sad about Code Blackgoing off of the air. I was able to handle it when it was first announced, but now that we’ve seen the finale I’m stuck in a weird, sad pseudo-state of disbelief. Everything wrapped up, I do appreciate that there were no hanging ends… but that can’t be it… it can’t be over! That show was beautiful, every character was genuinely likable even if you didn’t like them. Almost every episode made me cry. And laugh.
Dammit, No!!! Don’t leave me, dammit!!!
In 1992 I took ballet at a little studio in Maryland, and at the end of the year we had a recital. Nearly everyone who was born in the 1980s experienced this first-hand at least once in their lives so you’d think that 30 years later tracking down something like the name of one of the pieces of music used wouldn’t be absolutely freaking impossible. After all, it’s the internet age – you can find anything online. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve successfully tracked someone down from some prehistoric part of my life to ask them something random, I have actually gathered quite a plethora of random information this way, it’s kind of awesome. Well, I have met my match.
Insanity is thinking that Song After Song would be any different from The Tree of Life. Damn you, Malik! Please do something cohesive one of these days.
According to the scale, I’ve lost all of the weight from my second pregnancy. Heh, the reflection has changed a bit… so let’s celebrate the number. Small victories, dammit.