i seem to be in a strange place lately of saying these things simultaneously.

through the magic of the internets, i’ve been downloading entire series and watching them straight through. this has been absorbing at a time when i need to be absorbed, and so i have enjoyed it mostly.

however, in a few cases it’s made me rather sad. where there are only 1 or 2 seasons of an excellent show to become entranced by and then lament that there is no more. it’s sort of like falling for someone who’s going to move away…

the most profound case of this phenomenon is Deadwood

fuckin cocksuckers

fuckin cocksuckers

i have never enjoyed a show more. Mad Men is a very close second, but this show won my heart entirely. they swear and beat the living shit out of each other and everyone is dirty and angry and schemeing, and i cannot get enough. to know that such a brilliant piece of television was so short lived is just painful to me. people told me for a long time they thought i would enjoy this show, but i was reluctant to watch something i knew was going to end before i was satisfied. i gave in to temptation, and now i must suffer for my sins.

which makes the next go-round dangerous in much the same regard.

having been too young to participate when it was first aired, and too culturally retarded to have picked up on it sooner, i missed the whole Twin Peaks thing. i decided that this should change, and along with another friend of mine who’s never seen it and some veterans who have, we’re going to start holding a Twin Peaks viewing once a week. i think in some ways this will heighten the drama and spool out the pleasure of the experience rather better than a long weekend of not leaving my bed. of course, the more time that passes, the deeper i’ll fall.

but what is life but a series of risks in pursuit of love. even if it can’t last.