The Park

Those tuning in for the jaded, cynical, and snarky Ten, please turn away. This is not her. This Ten has been taken over by some zombie. Seriously.

If someone told me last May that the next twelve months will turn out this way, I would have never believed it. Changing one aspect of my life cascaded into a domino effect of sorts. A roller coaster ride. Whew. A game changer, if you please.

Not going into the boring details, let’s just say, I’m oh-so-happy. As the cliche goes, never felt this way before. Just when I decided on one path, I was pushed to another one. Instead of an easier route, this one is long, circuitous, but more fun!

Oh, and please don’t slap me back to reality just yet. I like this part.

Nothing is set in stone. But the two-year plan might get scrapped. Yet somehow, it’s okay. I’m absurdly happy.

I’ve been waiting for something like this forever. And I don’t think I want to let go. Cheesy, but, yeah.

Perhaps.

Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse premiered to a subpar pilot with clunky dialogue. The second week showcased the hidden potential, yet it didn’t quite captured hardcore interest. For five straight weeks, this Whedonverse enthusiast trudged behind the intriguing yet not-so-compelling new Fox drama merely because of its creator.

Yes, I admit it. I was waiting for the appeance of something… Something Whedony. But last week, episode six made audiences gasp and wonder. A double take. Then last night, a dark, twistedly humorous episode Echoes delved into the Dollhouse mythos. And it was wonderful. Was this the same series at all?

While not enough of a vindication for the, erm, blind Jossian loyalty, the last two episodes were enough to remind us, well, me, why I like ze MAN.

“Just when we were getting to really enjoy the peaceful calm of loneliness and lack of companionship. Do we really have to fucking go through this business of adjusting to another human being that we like again?” — from prettyfedup.com

I say… WORD.