the tolling of the bell
I woke up out of a sound sleep at 6 o'clock this morning (an hour before my alarm was set) and after a few moments of re-contemplating INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS, which I saw for the first time last night, a realization came over me.
Adrian Pasdar will be on the Today show this morning... and when I thought about it, I suddenly understood why.
Today's the day; tonight's the night.
I am not ready. Sure I've had weeks to prepare for this, and I've been using every sane justification in the book to hold my shit together. I think I'll be OK, but I will be forever scarred.
It's really tempting to go to work late so I can watch the Pasdar on Today, but I have the feeling that the segment will be full of spoilers, since it's geared toward an audience of stay-at-homes who probably don't care one bit about such things. I want to see what he has to say. If he'll explain, if he'll joke, if he'll be a wee bit bitter, or if he'll be his usual silly, sunny self and talk about great opportunities and fun and love and Milo.
No, I'll go to work, and be normal, and earn some money. But inside I'm going to be twisted and dying. I wish I hadn't been spoiled for this. I really, really wish it had just been allowed to happen naturally, in a short sharp shock. Because the throat-slitting was extremely, extremely upsetting (and continues to be the only episode that I have not watched in live broadcast - EVER - I didn't know, I swear) but at least I didn't have six weeks of sadness and hell leading up to it (just a couple of months after it...) Whoever let that information leak should be fired. It'd be semi-hilarious if it was Adrian himself. Mission accomplished! :)
Argh. Heavy burden of sadness to carry today, all day.
Anyway, here's hoping that Today show bit shows up somewhere I can see it. Any tiny scrap of Pasdar is better than none.
Be strong. (I tell myself as well.) Be strong. Liveblog of tonight's episode to come. And it (the episode) had better fucking ROCK.
Adrian Pasdar will be on the Today show this morning... and when I thought about it, I suddenly understood why.
Today's the day; tonight's the night.
I am not ready. Sure I've had weeks to prepare for this, and I've been using every sane justification in the book to hold my shit together. I think I'll be OK, but I will be forever scarred.
It's really tempting to go to work late so I can watch the Pasdar on Today, but I have the feeling that the segment will be full of spoilers, since it's geared toward an audience of stay-at-homes who probably don't care one bit about such things. I want to see what he has to say. If he'll explain, if he'll joke, if he'll be a wee bit bitter, or if he'll be his usual silly, sunny self and talk about great opportunities and fun and love and Milo.
No, I'll go to work, and be normal, and earn some money. But inside I'm going to be twisted and dying. I wish I hadn't been spoiled for this. I really, really wish it had just been allowed to happen naturally, in a short sharp shock. Because the throat-slitting was extremely, extremely upsetting (and continues to be the only episode that I have not watched in live broadcast - EVER - I didn't know, I swear) but at least I didn't have six weeks of sadness and hell leading up to it (just a couple of months after it...) Whoever let that information leak should be fired. It'd be semi-hilarious if it was Adrian himself. Mission accomplished! :)
Argh. Heavy burden of sadness to carry today, all day.
Anyway, here's hoping that Today show bit shows up somewhere I can see it. Any tiny scrap of Pasdar is better than none.
Be strong. (I tell myself as well.) Be strong. Liveblog of tonight's episode to come. And it (the episode) had better fucking ROCK.