thisisnotreallyablogforreal

First Time:
Oh, cool idea!
What a perfect way to end this show.
Alan Ball’s a genius.
So what we got here is the juxtaposition of a car going down the road of life, and people dying.
So the road is like the journey of life, and obviously life is transient, and if death is just another part of that road, than death is transient too?
I wonder if Alan Ball views death as an end of just a part of some cycle.
I wonder if Alan Ball is a fan of Rainer Maria Rilke.

Second time:
I’m totally not going to dye my hair blonde when it starts to go gray.
I wonder if they used baby powder on Claire’s husband’s hair, or maybe spray paint.
Ha! Ha! David looks funny.
Maybe they made the hair and make-up comical on purpose. Maybe it was a way of saying, "You silly, silly people, stop crying! It's just death, stop crying and deal with it, laugh at it, I mean come one, look at how silly the actors look!"
Of course, Keith gets murdered. Of course!
Wow, everyone gets married, and then they die.
Marriage. . .and then death.
Maybe this is why I have problems with commitment.
I really like this song.
If this song starts playing in every bar during happy hour and at non-private volumes on every New Yorker’s cheap headphones, I’m going to start hating it, like that Frou Frou song from Garden State.
Ha,ha! David still looks really funny.

Third time:
I’m not sad.
What's wrong with me?
I'm not balling my eyes out, hysterical, ‘whoa is me’ sad.
I find this montage a bit comforting.
Am I a dark disturbed person?
So many people told me they were like, “inconsolable” after watching this episode.
It’s an emotional episode, but I don’t really find it sad.
Yeah it’s scary to think about what happens when things end, but I think the way Alan Ball articulates these fears is rather comforting.
He acquaints us with the one thing we all find most terrifying, and then he reminds us that not only is it inevitable, but that it's universal.
I'm actually a little relieved at my state of mind. I'm glad I’m not watching this thinking, “can't wait to get old, I hate the way I live my life, can’t wait until this is all over.”
I’m really glad I’m watching this alone.
If someone were sitting next to me right now, balling there eyes out, I would have to shoot them.


Confession: Okay, I did cry a little the first time around when Claire thanked her mother for giving her life. I cried, for about about minute, like an overweight adolescent girl locked in a bathroom stall at her seventh grade dance. Happy?