16 years later FRIENDS is still on tv, we still watched, we still love it
THEY'LL BE THERE FOR US
I'm back on Lj because it's Meryl Streep's birthday and she deserves a post!!
(I know, it's the banner I posted last year but I'm too lazy to make another one and, well, I like it ^^)
And, now that I decided to write again here, I'm going to say a few words about the season finale of different tv shows because I miss doing that (there has been three months since my last post...). Basically, my conclusion is pretty much the same for every show: WTF.
* You know I always have been Liz/Jack but... I LOVE Wesley!! Liz and Wesley are great together, I want him to be in season five!
* WTF, Jack ends up with Avery? Avery is pregnant?! I don't like that at all... So, is Jack going to be with Avery forever? Or is he going to leave her being pregnant? I don't understand... As I said, WTF.
-> Greys Anatomy:
* What an stressful finale! A crazy man shooting everyone all the time! I past the whole episode wondering about who was the "important character" that was going to die... "Are they going to shoot Meredith?" "Please, shoot her!!" "Ok, ok, it's not Mark" "Kill Karev, for god's sake!" "NOOOOO, Derek can't die, he's not going to die!!" "Oh my God, are they going to kill Owen?!" "The chieff, it's the chieff!!" Horrible, but... the other day I watched the episode again and it was well boring without the tension...
* WTF, are you telling me that the importan death was Meredith's abortion?! that I had been wondering about who the hell was going to day to know later that the spoiler was referred to Grey's abortion?! They weren't looking for a baby, Derek didn't know it, she knows she's pregnant at 10 in the morning and has an abortion that evening!! WTF!
-> Brothers & Sisters:
* WTF, what is wrong with ABC shows? They have to kill someone in each show to be happy or what? Poor McCallister, he dies so sexy-ly though... Anyway, I don't care much about what happens in the show as long as Kevin and Scotty are happy XD
-> Desperate Housewives:
* Oh yes! No more Orson!!
* What about that child that was given to the wrong family? I think it is related to MJ Delfino... Don't ask me why but Bree's cannot be, neither Lynette's and between Gabby's and Susan's... Ok, Juanita and Celia don't look like they are Gabby's daughters but only one baby was given to the wrong family and Juanita and Celia are totally sisters so... it has to be MJ.
* And the great WHAT THE FUCK goes to... Paul Young!! What the hell is he doing in Wisteria Lane again?! To be honest, I thought he was dead but aparently he's not... I'm lost here.
* Aaaaaaawwww Hodgins and Angela are LOVE!!! I'm so happy they end up together, I knew it!!
* WTF, Booth is going to the war?! Ok, Brennan wants to stop working with the FBI and go to God-knows-where to investigate, understandable, I get that; but Booth to the war?! He is going to come back traumatized like Justin in B&S!
-> Cougar Town:
* No WTF here ^^ I like this first season too much :) It's great to see Courtney doing comedy again and I like Jules and Grayson (I would have waited a bit more to put them together but I have no problem with that). But, I have to say one thing, the best in that show is Ellie Torres, I love her *o* maybe because I hate Laurie as much as she does but... Ellie's great!
And I'm going to leave it here, I have written too much XD
I have to read all your Ljs... give me some days to do it, please ;)
It was so hard to live with his wife; her constant presence in the house was driving Claudio Martini crazy. He met her when he became a widower, when that woman in black caught his Marietta without giving him the opportunity of pay a rescue. He had just got home after his wife’s funeral, then he felt the Other and he knew that she was going to be by his side until his dying day although he did not want to; many years later, indeed, he had not been able to get rid of her.
Claudio Martini was a writer, or he was it until his muse took with her his pen and notebook. It was then that he wished to know another trade that allowed him to run away from that house where, without permission, a hateful tenant had got settled; but he was a writer, and nothing else. A writer, by the way, that had never published his works since he did not write for the others but for himself. He called his stories “private” and “private” was the adjective to use because all his writings were a translation of all that he shared with his first wife: Marietta was the center of his life, the protagonist of his literature.
As every evening he went out for some hours with the intention of escaping from his so annoying mistress; he did not close the door, he always hope that the one who had become the owner of the house escaped someday. It never happened. He start to walk and unconsciously he arrived to this bench under the shadow of one of the trees at the seafront; the tree where his name and Marietta’s were written one day, the bench where one spring he had asked her to marry him. Claudio Martini went there everyday before the sunset, looking for inspiration, looking for her; and it was true that, in some way, he reached to feel her.
And certain man was found looking at the sea and from the sea they saw his lover coming. She never substituted the one he loved but she calmed him, she made him forget his miserable life. She got closer and she kissed him after being sat on his laps; he answered to the kiss and he gently stroked her leg, playing with her skirt. Curious like someone who opens a book that have not read before he discovered her tights; and afraid like an author when he starts to write a play he wrote their love with kisses and caresses. Together they composed a new tale that ended up with a sigh of pleasure. They stayed embracing each other and a tear decided to go for a walk through the cheek of that man who did not want to let go that samaritan that every evening made him remember what loving someone was. She kissed him once more while she took his pen from one of the pockets of his jacket, “I will come back every time you need me” she said and then she left.
He came back home and he knew that the woman who played his wife was still there, he whispered “you will never leave” and he even heard an answer but he did not pay attention. Before going to his room he went to the sitting room and he threw those four bad written lines result of his delirium at the seafront; he did write but if Marietta was not by his side to read his stories they were not worth being written. Another day had finished without any news and there it was Claudio Martini, in bed with his more recurrent lover, sleeping with and in Solitude.