A couple of weeks ago, I read multiple posts about the theory that the mother on How I Met Your Mother is dead at the point when future Ted is telling his children the story. (If you are a fan and have somehow avoided this theory? Congratulations&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;)
I was not, and am not, okay with this.
Part of what&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s fueling these theories, apart from clues and odd moments in the show, are the tweets and posts and comments from cast members regarding the series finale. Cobie Smulders, apparently, said in an interview that she &http://eringoblog.net/#8220;immediately started weeping&http://eringoblog.net/#8221; after reading it. Alyson Hannigan tweeted a photo from the table read, consisting of her script surrounded by used tissues.
Today, I read an article on TV Guide.com titled &http://eringoblog.net/#8220;Does it Matter if the Mother is Dead?&http://eringoblog.net/#8221; The authors thesis is, of course, that it does not.
I am not okay with this.
I was okay with the finale of Six Feet Under being what it was, because this was a show about death and mortality. I was fine with the end of Breaking Bad, because really&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;how else would a show like that end? But How I Met Your Mother is a sitcom, and at its heart, a love story. A romantic comedy, if you will. I have certain expectations from a story like this. Yes, the show has had moments that were heartbreaking and poignant, but ultimately, I will feel betrayed by an ending that tears Ted&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s true love away from him&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;one that we have all waited SO LONG to meet. (and don&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t even get me started on how I&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;ll feel if that happens and it leads to him somehow ending up with Robin after all. No.)
In the aforementioned article, the author says, &http://eringoblog.net/#8220;&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;sitcoms tend to feel forced to wrap up with a neat bow and rainbows and kittens because God forbid what would&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;ve happened if Rachel never got off the plane&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;&http://eringoblog.net/#8221;
She got off the plane.
Yeah? So what? I will fully admit with zero shame that I would have been upset and disappointed if Rachel hadn&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t gotten off the plane. As I said, these are romantic comedies. In a romantic comedy, Rachel gets off the plane. In a romantic comedy, the mother doesn&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t die.
I get that there&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s a place for tragedy. I do. I get that people don&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t always get to live happily ever after, and that in real life, loved ones die. But I respectfully disagree that all of our art needs to reflect reality. I know where to go for reality; I want stories that offer hope. I want Ted to get married and raise his children and grow old with the woman he loves. I want Ross and Rachel to find their way back to each other and finally make it work. I want Harry and Sally married and talking about their wedding cake at the end. I want Lloyd and Diane holding hands on the plane, heading off to England ready to defy the odds against them. I want Westley and Buttercup literally riding off into the sunset together.
Wuv. Twoo wuv.
And I just don&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t get what&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s so terrible about that.
I don&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t know if this has always been the case, but there seems to be this persistent idea that what makes for good writing is subverting expectations. (In this case, the expectation that the audience expects Ted and the Mother to have the happy ending I described above.) There&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s also a persistent idea that the best love stories are the most tragic ones. I&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;ll bet you aren&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t surprised by this, but most of the time, I kind of hate tragic love stories.*
I&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;ll never let go, Jack&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;
(Side note&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;don&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;t you dare even try to bring up Romeo and Juliet. If you think &http://eringoblog.net/#8220;tragic love story&http://eringoblog.net/#8221; is the point of Romeo and Juliet, well&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;that&http://eringoblog.net/#8217;s a whole different rant.)
My bottom line is this: we have enough heartbreak and sadness. In this sea of portrayals of bleak desolation, of horror, of darkness, of anti-heroes, and of tragedy, this show has been one of my bright spots. Over the course of this season, I have fallen in love with Cristin Milioti and her beautiful portrayal of the mother, and I have forgiven Ted for his past douchebaggery. Over the course of the past nine seasons, I have laughed and cried and loved with these characters&http://eringoblog.net/#8230;
Is it really to much to ask for it to not break my heart at the end?
*I still harbor some resentment over the way the movie Once ended. Seriously, ask my husband.
Wow, it’s been kinda crazy around here this week. I spent the early part of the week mostly recovering from the wild weekend of two weddings. Wedding #1 was in Syracuse–we drove out Friday night and hung out with my family. There was a Tully’s right across the street from the hotel, so we spent a lot of time there, eating and drinking way too much.
I wasn’t in a great position to get decent pictures at the ceremony or the reception, but my dad got some good ones. He’s been uploading them to facebook, so perhaps I will snag some of them there.
I did get to wear my awesome vintage dress:
(looking at these pics, I really need a haircut.)
We left the reception at around 10 to head home to Buffalo so that we could get some sleep before waking up early Sunday morning to drive to Cleveland for wedding #2!
We made it there in good time, and enjoyed our first Greek Orthodox wedding ceremony. The bride, as she had always promised, walked down the aisle to an arrangement of “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” played on the organ. Most of my pictures are up at flickr (except for some reception pics that I didn’t edit yet).
Stephanie looked fabulous in her RED wedding gown! I had a great time catching up with some people I hadn’t seen in quite a while. And even though we were exhausted, I stuck it out until the very end of the reception and the ceremonial playing of “American Pie” (it’s a sorority thing). I’m glad I did–even though that song seems so much longer than it used to!
Oh, and Stephanie’s reception had a photo booth. Way cool, and lots of fun.
Congratulations and best wishes Niki and Josh, and Stephanie and Brent!
So, remember how I talked about wanting to (among other things) see Mamma Mia! (again) at Shea’s this February?
Well, yesterday Rand came home holding two tickets for the February 13 show.
And how did this fabulous turn of events come to be? Well apparently a good while back, Adam asked Rand if the two of us would like to join him and his fiancee Jolene for the show. Rand said he thought that would be swell, and Adam and Jolene gave us the tickets for Christmas. Rand, however, wanted to surprise me and waited until now to tell me–so he could be sure I didn’t make alternate plans. Or buy tickets for Mamma Mia!
This will be my third time, but Rand’s first (apart from seeing the movie). Many, many thanks to Adam and Jolene for the awesome gift. Squee!
Part of the reason I usually avoid talking about politics is that our political discourse has become so poisonous, as evidenced by the video I previously posted.
We seem to have lost the ability to disagree without name-calling and hate and fear mongering. I see very little "I'm voting for (my candidate of choice) because I think his policies are better than the other guy's," and more "I'm voting for (my guy) because the other guy is a (insert stream of insults/misguided charges) who will DESTROY AMERICA."
We (as a nation) don't seem to be interested in discussing ideas. We want the message. The "narrative." The soundbite. It frustrates me, and it makes me sad. While the statements in the video may have been provoked by the film makers, the words were still hateful. And, significantly, they didn't appear to be the original thoughts of the individuals speaking them, but political propaganda. They seemed to be repeating what they've been hearing from the candidates on the campaign trail.
Does this happen on both sides? Yes. Are my sympathies/personal biases with the Democrats? Again, yes. But this is why I don't like to write about politics on my blog, and why I am hesitant to discuss politics, even with my friends. I don't like arguing with anyone...especially not my friends, and especially when "argue" is defined as screaming talking points at each other as loud and as long as we can.
It would make me much happier, and I think this country would be a lot healthier, if we could have real dialog. Friendly conversation. People who like each other but who don't necessarily agree politically actually talking to and listening to each other. The reason I'm posting this here on LJ and not out there at erin-go-blog is because, by and large, I know you here. If you're reading this, I like you. I trust you. This seems like a good place to start. And maybe, if we all try to join in the conversation, there can be change--real change--not just in Washington, but everywhere.
I have to read both A Raisin in the Sun and Of Mice and Men within the next week.
We have open house tonight.
Interim grades have to be in tomorrow, and I still have a bunch of essays to grade.
I wrote six discipline referrals today.
Thankfully, I’m giving a test in two of my classes tomorrow…that should be a good opportunity for me to get some things accomplished.
In other news…I received an issue of The Martha (TM: Eden) in my mailbox yesterday, courtesy of Jen!
I’ve been told to keep watching my mailbox, so who knows what the mailman will bring me next? Stay tuned, and thanks, Jen!
It’s clear that I’m never going to get around to writing about all of the things I’ve been up to recently, so here is a bullet-point list in no particular order:
- Went to see The Dark Knight. I didn’t like it as much as the rest of the world did, but neither did I dislike it. Rand thought Heath Ledger’s Joker voice was a little too Al Franken, and Christian Bale’s Batman voice drove me, um…batty. I thought the ending monologue was kind of stupid.
- Visited with the Huths in Houghton, which was lovely. You can see my most recent flickr photos, which are of their yard/garden, and their adorable daughter.
- Attended the wedding of Rand’s cousin.
- Went to a family anniversary party out near Syracuse.
- Watched some movies (and other fun stuff) with the nifty new Roku, from Netflix.
- Survived a whole week of school, including schedule changes out the wazoo, broken copiers, and other mishaps.
- Added a bunch of books to my “to-read” pile, but made little progress.
- Also saw Tropic Thunder–hardly brilliant, but quite amusing.
There’s probably more, but that’s all I’ve got for now…
And a teeny bit weepy…
Many thanks to Jen, Thomas, Debbie, Eden (aka Sallie), Jam, Deoris, Theryn, Shannon, Jen, Sonya, Luis & Alisa, Jen’s lil’ brother and SIL, Stephanie, BuffaloJenn, Tony & vixy, and khaosworks. I think that’s everyone.
You are all amazing. We love you guys.
I finally got around to uploading the photos that were on my camera. I have no idea why it took me so long.
This is from (I think) when Rand and I went out to Korea House with John. We were amused by the chopsticks that were labeled “CHOP STICK,” just in case there was any question as to what they were.
And here’s a close-up.
This is from the Fibs/Ookla/other guests show at Nietzche’s a couple of weeks ago. Carl Thiel, who used to be one of the Fibs but really only does guest appearances with them now, did a short solo set.
Rand and Adam performing. (I couldn’t really see Wolfram from where I was sitting. Sorry, Wolfram!)
One of the professors at D’Youville brought his two little girls, who are big Ookla fans. Aren’t they the cutest?
I also uploaded a couple of photos of my wedding invitations preparing to be mailed. You have to be logged in to flickr (and marked one of my friends) to see them. More on this over at the wedding blog.
Halfway through the last day of my first week. It’s going fine…the end of April is a weird time to come in to a classroom. Spring fever has hit–hard–and so it’s going to be difficult for anyone to keep a class under control. But overall, I really can’t complain. I’m reading The House on Mango Street with my 8th graders, and they seem to be liking it so far.
Yeah, I know I haven’t been blogging much…it’s not even so much a matter of time as it is a matter of mental energy. I updated the wedding blog this week, and I regularly update my twitter feed . (You can see my most recent tweets on my sidebar, too.)
Met up with Jen last night for dinner and margaritas at Cozumel, and that was great.
Tonight, Ookla and The Fibs are playing at Nietzche’s. It’s an early one–I believe the show starts at 6, and Ookla will go on around 8. I’ll be there, if anyone would like to come by!
That’s it for me. Happy Friday!
Again, I neglected to post photos yesterday…but this post will have many photos to make up.
We had a lovely time Friday night at Kelly’s goodbye concert. It was very, very kind of Jenn and Scott to open up their house for the party…see, originally, the concert was going to be at Madame Mocha’s, that cool little coffee shop on Lovejoy.
Unfortunately, about a week and a half before the show, Madame Mocha’s shut down.
Panic! But fortunately, it all worked out in the end.
The guys did two sets, and let Kelly choose the second set. The second set consisted primarily of rarely (or never!) performed Ookla songs, some dating WAY back. The Lemon-Ohs song, for example. This gave Rand and Adam a chance to tell some entertaining stories and do some seriously silly stuff.
For example, they did a super-speeded-up version of (oh no…I’ve forgotten which song it was. Rand?). The above photo is of Wolfram during that song.
Everyone seemed to have a great time. I was especially happy to see Thomas make it out, because we so seldom get to hang out!
Rand and Adam presented Kelly with a big ol’ pile of set lists and other memorabilia. Kelly collects their set lists, and she apparently said that if she ever got to 100, she was getting an Ookla tattoo. The pile of set lists included a certificate promising that the band would pay for her tattoo.
Jenn also made a really cool card (with photos!) for Kelly and had everyone sign it for her.
Kelly has been a great friend to the band, and I know she will be dearly missed.
And the rest of the weekend? Nothing that terribly exciting. Maybe later.
Greetings on this exceedingly chilly Monday. This is the kind of day that I wish I could stay cuddled up all warm in the blankets drinking warm drinks and reading. But alas, I have to BS my way through social studies notes instead. (note to social studies teachers–I don’t know anything about feudal Japan. I’m happy to put the notes up on the overhead for them to copy, but don’t expect me to be able to, y’know, talk about it.)
On the other hand, getting paid is always nice.
The weekend was low-key but interesting. Rand and I checked out two houses. We made an appointment to see one on Saturday that seemed perfect on paper. Fireplace, hardwood floors, central air, full basement and attic, three bedrooms plus an office. Everything about the house was quite nice, except for the bedrooms…they were tiny. Seriously tiny. Like, “I don’t know how we’d fit a bed AND furniture into this” tiny. It was nice, but we were sort of a little glad we weren’t totally in love with the place. Right now, we’re kind of at the “looking, but not 100% sure it’s for real” stage.
On Sunday, we called about a townhouse we’d seen up the street from us. I spoke to the realtor as he was on his way to the place for an open house. Well, that worked out well! So we popped over to take a look. It also has a fireplace but is all carpeted. It also has no basement, which is not ideal…but the place is nice. It’s bright and spacious with lots of closet space. Are we serious? I don’t know…interested enough to do some more talking about it and find out if it would be possible.
Otherwise? Had a nice dinner out with friends on Friday. Went to Wegmans to talk about flowers on Saturday…they’ll be emailing me a quote, but their prices seem quite reasonable.
And that’s it for me. How’s your Monday?
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a Friday photo. I like this one that I took last week of my African violet. It’s been doing quite well…it doesn’t bloom all that frequently, but when it blooms, boy, does it bloom!
I wish I would have cleared all of the junk out of the background, but otherwise, I really like this photo…something about the color, the light and the shadow, is appealing to me.
I’ve been fairly quiet this week, but I do have lots of things to say. Just nothing of vital importance.
It’s strange. Surreal, even. I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around it enough to get introspective, but you might want to read Jen’s post. 759 Lafayette was sort of our last hurrah as single girls, where we lived when we both met our respective mates and moved on to start a new chapter in our lives, and it’s hard to think of it being gone.
And powerlust posted a link to the Buffalo ReUse flickr set. I haven’t looked at them yet.