The main problem with my post heading is that the majority of people out there in the world have no idea to what I am exactly referring. Which is a great shame. Six Feet Under moments never fail to make me giggle, or at least smile.
I haven't been up to actually doing anything for several weeks now, since I did strange damage to my lower back, ending up with a bulging disc and a strange gait. Several people at work currently call me hoppy. This does not bother me at all and it is nothing to do with the title of this post.
The point of the back injury part of this is that, I don't think I have actually done anything worth speaking of for that long but I felt that I should try to write something... for all my readers. So to all two of you, hello...
Actually my blog has 202 views so that's better than nothing. Keep reading lovely people.
But back to the Six Feet Under moments.
Six Feet Under was an amazing piece of television. It was five completely compelling seasons of dysfunction, misery, pessimism and death. Plus a lot of sex. It was the last thing that I can remember happily sharing with my ex. When the show ended, as the main characters' stories all tied themselves up, I wept and wept. Sia's "Breathe Me" was on high rotation. Sia was very underrated back then too.
Six Feet Under made me look at normality differently. I had never thought that I was a normal human being. I felt that my own misery, my negativity and tendancy to allow myself to become a victim was something warped and abnormal. The characters in this show spoke directly to me. They were more like me than anybody I had ever seen on television. In reality, as I have found by really speaking to people personally since those days, very few people are Hollywood normal. People are screwed up in many ways. In a way I have found solace in this reality and I have become a much more functional person, I believe, since.
The shows' highlights, however, were not found within the morbid storylines. They were more within the Comic Relief portion, provided by the downtroden and pitiful mother, Ruth Fisher. Ruth really was a soppy and fairly useless housewife. No self confidence, no presence, no respect or affection even from her own family.
You just wanted her to explode!
And whenever she did, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The first time she did it I was shocked. Could a lifetime of this family drive you to say THAT? No. No it couldn't. She never said what we heard her say. The rant would finish and we would see Ruth, dull as dishwater, smiling to herself at the thought of what she COULD have said.
Ahhh... Ruth's Six Feet Under Moments.
I wish I could have Six Feet Under Moments... but I wish people could see it too.
What would I say in my Six Feet Under Moments? Hmm... well... for starters...
* You could not be more mundane if you tried. You are so mundane that half of my students find you mundane. And most of them have never left Blacktown.
* Noone is going to find your babble quite so interesting when they see what you really look like and have to listen to it at the same time.
* The only thing bigger than your ass is your ego.
Ah... smiles. I wonder how many people would have loved to Six Feet Under Moment me over the years?
I haven't been up to actually doing anything for several weeks now, since I did strange damage to my lower back, ending up with a bulging disc and a strange gait. Several people at work currently call me hoppy. This does not bother me at all and it is nothing to do with the title of this post.
The point of the back injury part of this is that, I don't think I have actually done anything worth speaking of for that long but I felt that I should try to write something... for all my readers. So to all two of you, hello...
Actually my blog has 202 views so that's better than nothing. Keep reading lovely people.
But back to the Six Feet Under moments.
Six Feet Under was an amazing piece of television. It was five completely compelling seasons of dysfunction, misery, pessimism and death. Plus a lot of sex. It was the last thing that I can remember happily sharing with my ex. When the show ended, as the main characters' stories all tied themselves up, I wept and wept. Sia's "Breathe Me" was on high rotation. Sia was very underrated back then too.
Six Feet Under made me look at normality differently. I had never thought that I was a normal human being. I felt that my own misery, my negativity and tendancy to allow myself to become a victim was something warped and abnormal. The characters in this show spoke directly to me. They were more like me than anybody I had ever seen on television. In reality, as I have found by really speaking to people personally since those days, very few people are Hollywood normal. People are screwed up in many ways. In a way I have found solace in this reality and I have become a much more functional person, I believe, since.
The shows' highlights, however, were not found within the morbid storylines. They were more within the Comic Relief portion, provided by the downtroden and pitiful mother, Ruth Fisher. Ruth really was a soppy and fairly useless housewife. No self confidence, no presence, no respect or affection even from her own family.
You just wanted her to explode!
And whenever she did, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The first time she did it I was shocked. Could a lifetime of this family drive you to say THAT? No. No it couldn't. She never said what we heard her say. The rant would finish and we would see Ruth, dull as dishwater, smiling to herself at the thought of what she COULD have said.
Ahhh... Ruth's Six Feet Under Moments.
I wish I could have Six Feet Under Moments... but I wish people could see it too.
What would I say in my Six Feet Under Moments? Hmm... well... for starters...
* You could not be more mundane if you tried. You are so mundane that half of my students find you mundane. And most of them have never left Blacktown.
* Noone is going to find your babble quite so interesting when they see what you really look like and have to listen to it at the same time.
* The only thing bigger than your ass is your ego.
Ah... smiles. I wonder how many people would have loved to Six Feet Under Moment me over the years?
One of the greatest shows ever and definitely the best ending to a show I've seen. I still marvel at Michael C Hall playing David Fisher being kidnapped by that crazed lunatic and taken on a terrifying road trip, especially now as he plays the equally terrifying Dexter Morgan.
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