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Gilmore Girls: This is the first week since the new writers season started that I actually fully enjoyed it. I don't know if I've just relaxed and am not being so critical, or if I love Chris and Lorelai together that much. Yes, that's right, I'm a Chris/Lorelai shipper. Ever since re-watching the entire series this summer, I've embraced that 'ship (which I didn't expect to materialize on the show). I had always thought before (having started watching the series during season three) that Chris had been a big jerk at some point and really hurt Lorelai. Re-watching, I saw that yes she was hurt, but that Chris wasn't being a jerk (about choosing to be a good dad and stay with Sharee). So, much like I think Veronica on Veronica Mars needed to explore things with Duncan after the events of season one, I think there are a lot of unanswered questions with Chris and Lorelai. Even if Luke and Lorelai do get back together (which seems to be inevitable, and I do like them), Lorelai exploring and settling things with Christopher will just make that stronger. And maybe the new writers will take things in a different direction, who knows.
Cool to see Gia from Veronica Mars in tonight's episode (the skinny brunette artist chick). Sad that the Logan appearance was so short. And nice to see that Luke has finally been to Target is being a good dad. I missed a bit of the beginning - is April staying with him all year, or just for a month while the mom goes off somewhere?
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Serenity holiday cards! Awww, those are pretty.
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This essay by
theferrett made me cry. He talked about how as an 11-year-old he wrote a letter to his future self, which is now lost, and how he still wonders what was in that letter. It touched me deeply, though I think I took it in a more serious way than he intended. In the comments, I said:
This is going to make me cry. I'm at work, so this is not good. When I was, maybe thirteen or so, I decided furiously that I was going to write a letter to my future self, to outline all the ways in which I was NOT to treat any future children, as my mother had treated me. I still planned to write it when I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, but never did get around to it. Sometimes I'm almost convinced that I must have, that it's stashed somewhere and I will stumble across it someday. Other times I figure I need to go into zen mode and try to write the letter I would have written then, and see what I can come up with. I don't have children, but how would I measure up to my thirteen-year-old yardstick? I'm not so sure.