Hey, it's tomorrow
right now.
I can have my TiVo ready in 10 minutes.
eta: I think the lines work in that the triangle are so based in archetypes (not that there's not more to them than that, but there's a reason they resonate with other characters in other stories) that they can say lines that tap into the archetype, and it works, IMO.
This was probably the first trip in years that it was for me. I would say that the stars have aligned perfectly, but I have become superstitious since I moved to Juneau, so I won't.
For me that's what this show is for.
It's so interesting, the possibility to see what the show is for the people who created it, the people behind it. Especially as opposed to the viewers' opinions.
I love the suicide. Yes, it's very unlikely, but I like that these people are immediately set up as beyond normal parameters. If Rebecca's predecessor was capable of committing incredibly grisly suicide with even a
partial
goal in mind, and devoted enough that she would go dangerously unmedicated at
all,
presumably to help her get inside the bad guy's head, then what might her young replacement be capable of? What bounds of humanity will we get to see her break, and will she, unlike Alvarez, be able to ride the wave of her own near-supernatural abilities?
Ooooh, D. Griswold -- wanna come join my writing staff? Or at least just hang around me, like, all the time?
First thing I thought of after the show ended: I want more.
I'm pretty sure I'd be a terrible TV writer - I'd have to be ghostwrit. But I wouldn't be opposed to being your bosom buddy, on the other side of the country.
Tim, I'm so reluctant to get involved in watching a new series, because it seems every time I do whichever network it's on yanks the rug out from under it. (I know I'm not telling you anything you don't have bitter personal experience with.) But I watched this one, and encouraged others to do so as well ("it's a reunion of 'Buffy' and 'Angel' and 'Firefly' talent!") So I'll be keeping my fingers and toes crossed for you.
By the way, when your name came up in the opening credits, I was muttering "Dear Doyle killer" at the screen, because I remembered you mentioning the hate mail you had received lo those many episodes ago.
I've now raved about the pilot everywhere I know to rave (except the offical board, which I still fear), and need to do that thing I planned to do hours ago - sleep.
Thanks, Tim, for giving me something so great to look forward to this summer. And thanks, Allyson, for pimping it so relentlessly and intelligently that I was required to watch. And thanks, my parents, Ayn Rand and God, for always being there for me in the tough times.