I feel like I've lost some close friends. Like I moved away from one of life's most beautiful places, and I can never go back, except to relive the memories. And that's sad.
Last night Robb and I finished watching Pushing Daisies. It could be the most beautiful series that has ever been on television. The music is fun, the colors are vibrant, and all the characters are quirky and amazing. Unfortunately, the writers' strike ruined what could have been an amazing thing. And when TV came back, no one wanted anything to do with Daisies.
But I did.
I love Ned, Chuck, Olive Snook and Emerson Cod. Love them! I want to be best friends with all of them. I want to visit the Aunts' house, meet Pigby, eat at the Pie Hole.
And now? I have no more episodes to watch. There ARE no more episodes to watch. Two seasons...over.
It's a little depressing. And it's stupid that I feel a sense of loss. It's TV, for Digby's sake! But...I let them into my house for an hour every day, and now I think I'm gonna miss them.
I've gotta say, though, that the worst part of it is having loose ends that just will never be resolved. What happened to Chuck's dad? How do Lily and Vivian react to the big secret? To each other? What about Emerson's daughter?
Ugh. It kills me to have to move on. Twenty-two episodes. Sad.
But there's hope. I just ordered Wonderfalls on Amazon. Lee Pace (Ned), who is one of my favorite actors after this show, is in this series, written by Bryan Fuller, as well.
Goodbye, Coeur d'Coeurs. Maybe we'll meet again in the Pushing Daisies graphic novel, if it's ever released.
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