Broadchurch

I admit when I first saw that David Tennant and Arthur Darvill would appear in Broadchurch, I could not help but feel that pang in my heart for the Doctor and Rory. But after watching the first episode all I could see was Detective Inspector Alec Hardy and Reverend Paul Coates. After the second episode I could not help but be a definite fan of this show.

For those of you who may not have seen Broadchurch yet, fair warning this blog may contain a couple of spoilers. The story revolves around the death of 11 year old resident Danny Latimer, and how it effects his family and the town.

As the story progresses you learn that Broadchurch is not such simple town after all that everyone is keeping secrets even some of the Latimer family members. There were some secrets that I could not believe. Like when we found out that Mark was having an affair, Beth is having an affair, or that Danny has been sneaking out all hours of the night without his parents knowing.

The whole cast of Broadchurch was wonderful on this show. No actor carries the show what I mean by this is that each cast member makes the show fluid. Each actor is a piece of the puzzle.

Another piece of the show that was essential was the music composition. Olafur Arnalds composes beautiful, suspenseful, and haunting music for this show. When Danny’s killer is reveled my heart went up. As each step the DI Hardy took towards the phone signal my heart as pounded faster with each step. Such brilliant music.

Speaking of the last episode I am sure like most people I was like what? When I found out it was Joe. I did not see that coming especially since his wife was the second led detective on this case.

It did make me sad when Beth asked Miller how could you not know. My heart truly went out to Beth, but 1% of my heart was like, but everyone was keeping secrets even your husband.

This season of Broadchruch was amazing. I loved how it pulled you in right from the start, and let you see all the events that took place the night of Danny’s death to help bring some type of closure to everything. Normally I do not use the term an emotional rollercoaster, but this show was just that. If you’ve made it this far, and want to see a show that will make you cry, and make your heart skip a beat I would recommend this show.

Minbari not of Minbari

My thoughts, nay my feelings on Babylon 5. While my feelings cannot be contained on a piece of paper, but I will do my best to bring some sort of justice to the show. I don’t think at the last sentence, I will have even had enough to say all I feel.

I first got introduced to Babylon 5 by my husband. I admit when I first saw it my initial reaction was, okay why is this his favorite show? But as I watched each episode the story pulled me in, and I knew why it was his favorite show.

I could not get enough of Sinclair, Delenn, Stephen Franklin, G’Kar, and Londo. Everyone who was in the beginning. And everyone who followed.

As cheesy as it may sound I felt like was right next to as Sinclair as he brought people together in the new station. Sinclair carried himself with confidence and passion for his people. He led without intimidation, as a leader should.

I don’t think I was alone when I was sad to see Sinclair leave. However, Sheridan did a wonderful job as well. And let’s not forget the love between he and Delenn. Poor Lennier, my heart went out to the dude.

As the series went on, we learned what Minbari not of Minbari meant. We learned the real past between Narn and Centauri. Oh my goodness, the scene with G’Kar and Vir in which each drop of blood hits the floor to represent a Narn who past away blew my mind. Andreas Katsulas … there are no words to describe the brilliant actor he is. Yes is, because his work will always live on not just on screen but in our hearts. Just thinking about that scene gives me goosebumps. Each actor brought his or her A game to this series. If it was not for them, and all the people behind the scenes the show would not have been as brilliant as it was. Through them we were able to experience love, loss, heartache, death, and hope. For that I am ever so grateful.

I had a chance to meet J. Michael Straczynski at SDCC this year, and get his autograph.

My husband: After discussing his love for Babylon 5. I got her hooked on the show.

Straczynski: in his classic self-deprecating Straczynski fashion, turns to me and says, I’m sorry.

Me: No, I love it. I cried when I saw the last episode.

Husband: Yea, she was sad when she found out there were no more Babylon episodes.

Straczynski: Its hard when a show you love ends.

Meeting Straczynski was one of the best moments at SDCC this year. I can’t believe him and Patirica Tallman were walking the hallways just like that. Side note: it’s the same way my husband felt when he saw Bear McCreary walking the floor and could not believe he was able just to walk up to him and have a conversation. It’s like you can’t help but want to yell to the people walking around “do you know how brilliant this person is!”

As many of you know there has been a recent Free Babylon campaign, where fans want Warner Bros Televison to release Babylon 5 on the air. I agree we should release Baylon 5, and any other SiFi related shows that teach us lessons on how its important to treat each as equals. That remind us to be better than who we are as people.

Babylon 5 was much more than a show “set in space” it was about humanity. I don’t mean humanity as in humans verses aliens, or the survival of humans. I mean what’s in our spirits. What makes us human is the empathy and compassion we show towards one another. That is one of the messages I took from Babylon 5. The other was not to be afraid of who we are destined to be. Sometimes we fight who we are truly meant to be in times of change, and times of adversity.

My thoughts after reading Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

This blog may not be a review in the sense that it’s going to sum up the whole book chapter by chapter, or comparing it to other literature. I am going to write more about my thoughts and how the book made me feel. Because isn’t that what books should be? Books should for an extension of human emotions, a place to escape within our imaginations, as a companion, etc.

If anyone reads my tweets, you know that I finished the Attachments in two days, and feel in love with the characters. I wanted to blog a little more about the book because I feel that 160 words are sometimes just not enough. Hopefully it’s not a spoiler for those who have not read the book, and it’s just enough for those of you who have read the book to understand what I am discussing. Perhaps, someone has already mentioned these things since the book has been out a while. And that’s okay because it just means that I am not alone in my falling in love with this book.

As some of you may or may not know, Attachments is a love story where boy reads girl’s emails, and boy falls in love with girl before even knowing what she looks like. Girl also crushes on boy, not knowing he has been reading her emails. She crushes only because she has a boyfriend. In my opinion underneath the romance is a story of how when faced with certain situations, the outcome will reveal who we truly are.

When reading the emails between Beth and Jennifer, I could not help but laugh at loud at their inside jokes, which did not make me feel like an outsider. I liked how their emails were written in a way that helped you see how they viewed themselves, how they think, and acted without having to go into your traditional book description of characters or places. When I was reading Lincoln’s chapters where he was putting it together why Beth and Jennifer had not emailed, my heart broke for Jennifer, as I put it together myself.

Oh Lincoln. You can’t help but feel for the guy. When you read Lincoln’s chapters you can’t help but smile at his victories, and find his awkwardness endearing and cute. What can I say I love dorks, which is why I married one. When Beth and Lincoln finally kissed, and realized they love each other, I could not help but do a happy dance and smile the whole next day in sharing in this happy ending.

I tweeted that I feel in love with the characters of this book. I laughed, cried, and smiled with them. I have not read a book like this in a while. It’s the kind of book that I could not put down. The only reason it took me two days to read is because at work I can sit a read a book. However, during my break time I could not help but think will Beth finally put two and two together with who her “cute guy” is. I wonder how the book is going to end. I hope it ends on a happy note. I only have a couple of more hours left in the day before I can start reading again. Not to mention this was the kind of book where I felt my husband needed to be informed of the major events that had occurred as I read the funny moments, and said my oh no’s during the sad times.

After reading Attachments, I could not help but wonder what if they made this book a movie? Then I thought no better not think that because only few movies based on books have, in my opinion, captured the essence of the book. The essence being what I have wrote about, how the book makes you feel. But that’s a whole other blog.

a poem

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the kindness of your love
flutters above the
blue ocean of my soul
forever in your safety
forever in your warmth
forever in beauty

My POV: the Twitter experience, well more like a life observation.

The Twitter Experience, well it’s only mine. But it’s more of a life observation.

Disclaimer: I write this not to gain sympathy.

I have had a Twitter account for a month. I like Twitter because as I mentioned in my last blog, it has been an outlet for sharing my thoughts. I joined Twitter and did not have expectations of getting retweeted, or followers, or replied to. I still do not.

If you read my first blog you know that I started a Twitter account to follow people who I enjoy as writers, the projects they work on, etc.

I think Twitter is great for getting messages out in mass to people. It can inspirational. I have found new people who I know follow on YouTube because I enjoy their channels, and what they discuss. I also enjoy being able to read articles on books in real time verses “hey I did not know this person wrote another book,” or hey check out this new book.

The best thing I love, is since I do not tweet 24/7, I can always go back to the article, link, etc later. I also do not have Tweets on a consistent basis because 98% of my thoughts are shared with my beloved husband, and for me that is more than enough.

The first week I got my Twitter account I noticed that a few people followed me. By few I mean about five. Two were for lack of better words, for adult eyes which I will not get into. As the second and third weeks came along I noticed, as I am sure some of you have as well, if you don’t follow some people, they will unfollow you. And hey that’s okay and I get that, because sometimes people utilize Twitter for their jobs.

In a general observation, I noticed as a big of a community Twitter is, it can be lonely. I follow this person on Twitter and I noticed one day they retweeted a comment from someone who called them a name. This person did handle the situation, and handled it better than I would have. But it left me wondering, in a community that can be used for so much positivity, how people often forget words can and do hurt.

It also made me realize how permanent things said and done can be. However, in writing this I realize this blog is not about Twitter but about humanity in the community sense. The other day I saw someone who looked a little frustrated and upset. I did not know this person, but I asked them something that no one seemed to be asking as they keep walking by. Are you okay?

How often do we take a moment to check on people, not just the ones we know, but people in general. There is a saying and I’m paraphrasing as best as I can, be kind because someone could have it harder than you.

Perspective is a strangely wonderful thing because sometimes out of nowhere it will kick you in the behind. Hopefully though we get to catch that kick before it happens, and when we get to, it’s amazing because it makes us grateful for how wonderfully beautiful our lives truly are.

I write this not to stand on a soap box, but as a reminder it does not take much to be kind. Even if that means smiling, saying good morning, telling someone to have a good day, or to take care.

If you’ve made it this far, I thank you for reading. And remember take a moment to hello, and ask those around you how are you doing today?