Recap of random SATC episode

Season 1 Episode 1 Sex and the City

The first episode has a few things different from what would become the tradition of the show, for starters, it's one of the few times we see Carrie as a brunette. It also has multiple characters talking  as if the 4th wall wasn't there. It also has Carrie's apartment over a coffee shop.

We open with Carrie talking about another writer she knows who falls for a banker.  Much like Carrie and Mr. Big.

One of the first scenes of Carrie Bradshaw is through her window working on her laptop, and we get the question of the week, though it's actually a statement this time around  Cupid has flown the co-op then Carrie asks "how the hell did we get into this mess?"

We then see one of Carrie's articles "Unmarried Women, Toxic Bachelors" (which is direct from the book and I'm guessing from the original column)
Then the rest of the women are introduced, and their core characters are established. This is where  the idea of romance vs just sex, gets thrown onto the table. Which would become the biggest theme throughout the series.

An ex boyfriend of Carrie's shows up and Carrie makes a comment about having gotten into a dating pattern with him, 3 previous times, and then having a one night stand with him thinking she can handle the idea of just sex, but realizes that she needs to be in a relationship to feel comfortable with herself.
This would ironically mirror her relationship with Mr. Big throughout the series.

As she leaves his apartment, she bumps into Mr. Big, literally. Spilling her purse on the street. 
Later, we see Mr. Big turn down Samantha, and Miranda choose the nice guy. While Charlotte is the one being turned down when her date makes a statement about having to have sex that night. He is then seen with Samantha.
The final scene is Carrie and Big in his car after he spots her walking home and offers her a ride. She turns to him and asks if he's ever been in love and he smiles giving what would become his  classic line "absof***inglutely"

And the fact that we see Carrie asking questions to Mr. Big would also foreshadow how she deals with the relationship throughout the series. Never quite sure of herself when it comes to him. And Big always seeming to have the upper hand simply because he's more confident and secure with himself.

This episode is sort of the idea of nice vs jerks.  The idea of opposites is shown in this first episode, half the male characters are wanting no strings and total control, half are not, same goes with the female characters, half of them don't want to compromise, and half of them are leaving everything up to the men. 
Is the message here that deep down everyone is wanting the same thing, or that not enough communication is happening, and everyone is assuming stuff about the people around them?

Post it Nov 29th evening

Dear Herman:

I'm sitting here listening to a cd, and there was a line in one of the songs that goes "you can freak if you want to freak"  which, is how I've been feeling the past while.
Freaked out. 

I don't even know if you're still reading me or not, after my  post the other day, I can't blame you if you aren't.  But if you still are...

I think I figured out why you haven't bothered to come out of the shadows yet.  I'm a bitch.  And let's be honest, I'm not in a great a place right now for anyone.  Even if you did end up being/are The Celebrity. 
I had a series of total craziness and bad vibes today that all centered around blogs and emails. And now, I'm sitting here having to admit that way too much of my life in the last few years has centered around that.  Around the internet. 
To quote from Interview with a Vampire "life has no meaning anymore"

Don't worry, I'm not suicidal. Immature but that's about it.  Okay a hothead and a total dreamer.
But, whether you're pissed at me or if something else is going on, I have no idea.  
And I'm flying blind here, on faith.  Faith that all my readers are still around somewhere. All seven of you.

But, this just proves a few things.  One of which its really really time to reinvent myself. I've been saying that for about six months now, and today just put the stamp on the envelope.

I'm sitting here now, and no matter how much I crank the music, all I can hear is PartyGirl downstairs with her friends.

The other thing it proves is that I'm just not ready to give up on my dreams.  I did a tarot reading last night, and the Knight of Cups came up. The particular deck has it listed as a Romeo in a Lizard suit
So Mr. Scratchy, is that you?  Has my imagination the last year or so of what you are like, been even sort of right or are you someone I never thought of?

I still think you're a wrestler.  And I still think you wear glasses, are a nerdy type artist and have a dog.  I still think you wear those pajama bottoms, that you still drink tea, and that you are either in university or even a professor.

I await the real you... when the time is right.

Until then... maybe you can just let me know if you know how The Other Guy's surgeries went after the year he had?

Did SATC teach us wrong?

If you watched the show Sex and the City like millions over the years, or been following some of the posts on here where I've talked about episodes, you know that the characters ranged from subtle to over the top in their ways of dealing with love. romance and sex.

Whether taking the advice humourously or seriously, (and you know I sometimes did both) I can't help but wonder;  was the advice women decoded from it bad for us?

If you've watched even one episode, then you know that the characters were an over exaggeration - most of the time- of how people react to things. We all go through these times of panic and fear that things aren't working out right.
Hell, I made a name for myself doing it.  But the show did it with such a degree of satire that on the surface it looked normal.  And to some maybe it is?

With the new show Carrie Diaries about a month away, I thought I would start to give some attention to the original show (may add the books and movies, may not haven't decided yet)

So over the course of the next while (basically between now and the debut of Carrie Diaries) I thought I would talk about some of the episodes.  Consider it a movie review of the episodes (yeah that really made more sense in my brain but I can't word it any better right now)

So to kick it all off, in true Carrie Bradshaw style... I couldn't help but wonder, in a world that is all about self gratification instantly, is there room for improvement and are we willing to wait for it?

I look that bad?

I was out at the grocery about an hour ago, and my Uncle was with me. He was carrying the basket.
Standing in line, and one of the guys who stocks the shelves came over to see if I needed any help, and Uncle answered before I could.

"No, he's got me... I mean she's got me.. SHE's got me. I'm her Uncle, carrying stuff."

Me-: "Do I look that bad?"

He just sniffed giggled and popped his gum. I caught a glimpse of myself then in one of the doors of the frozen food and felt hideous.  Yeah, I'm looking like Jabba the Hut with glasses.
But I have to wonder what or who made Uncle so nervous? 

Wash your feet

Mom was on the phone with my sister about a half hour ago asking how everything was going with my brother-in-law since the situation few weeks ago with the fire.
He's healing, but still in a lot of pain and starting to become a pain in the arse because he still can't go back to work.
Middle of the conversation, mom pulled the phone away from her ear and I could hear someone screaming in the background.  After a few minutes, mom was laughing, and I could hear my sister laughing on the other end of the phone. 
Sister is step mom to four kids, three boys and one girl.  The girl is under 12 years old (seriously I haven't paid attention to the ages) and she was screaming because when she went into the oldest boy's room looking for cash (yeah she's got a stealing issue) and found his playboys.
Sister said the kid came running out of the room with it holding it by the corner, jumping from one foot to the other like it was a dead animal. 
When sister asked why she was dancing around like that, the kid said she stepped on it. 
Hence the laughter from my sister.  

Dirty Laundry 21

"Ever thought that Mr. Scratchy hasn't come forward because he knows when he does, he'll end up all over the blog?" my aunt said this afternoon as she sat having a cup of tea

 Me-:"Then that would make him a coward and he's holding up the ending."

 Aunt-:"the ending?"

 Me-:"The ending of this chapter in our lives and the ending of the blog. When there is a happy ending, there will be no need for the one blog anymore. Well, take it into a different direction anyways. I'm finding it hard to believe in a happy ending now anyways. This has just dragged on for so long. I just want to know so I can move on with my life."

Aunt-:"Then what will you do? And what if he's not who you think he is?"

Me-:"Things are starting to lean towards it being someone other then the popular thought. I really believed he was The Celebrity, you know."

Aunt-:"And now you really believe it's not? Really?"

Me-:"This has been going on for the last few years. But yeah, I really believed it was up till yesterday. And I checked the usual physical stuff in the beginning, you know. Changed soaps, changed laundry cleaner, didn't have any dry skin still don't. It wasn't a physical reason; the scratching. Then when it started happening at certain times of day on a schedule...anyways, I thought I figured it out back when I started to see evidence of the wrestlers reading my blog back few years ago. So who the hell is it?"

My aunt shrugged just saying what she always says "It's just not time yet. You'll know when you're suppose to know."  
She's a life coach, that's pretty much her mantra. 

I thought about that for a few minutes.  You know, I'm really upset over a bunch of issues right now, and this is just weighting me down. 
A buddy of my cousin's sent him a link to an article, which in turn he told me about.  
Which really narrows down who Mr. Scratchy is.  Or I should say eliminates who he's not.

I've been for the last few years, going on two things; the omens (right side of body itching means soulmate is thinking of you,  if your nose is itchy it means you have a secret admirer, my nose was only itchy for the first few days till I saw The Celebrity write something that was obviously connected to my writing; so that means I know who my admirer is or at lest know of them.) and my stats on all my blogs reading the hits corresponding to  Mr. Scratchy being in the U.S.

My cousin's buddy was talking about The Celebrity being in Japan for the last few months. Which means, he's not Mr. Scratchy. At lest, not currently.
So therefore, Mr. Scratchy you really have no reason for not having stepped out of the shadows. And you've played me, my readers and everyone else who's been part of the conversations.You've let everyone think you were someone you're not. You let me believe you were The Celebrity. 

Aunt-:"So what do you know for sure? And think about that before you answer. There's the logical truth and then there is the spiritual truth."

Me-:"I know nothing for sure. Someone in the wrestling industry who lives in the States. That's it. Someone who wanted me to believe they were The Celebrity. Which seems like a shitty thing to do."

Aunt-:"Well, like I said, when you're suppose to know, the universe will let you. Mr.Scratchy will appear like magick."

Dirty Laundry 20

"Wow no one has anything nice to say about him"  Walsh said leaning over my shoulder  as he told me about a thing he'd seen online about The Celebrity.

 Me-:"Why do you show me these things? Besides, that was a few years ago look at the date on it."

Walsh-:"I still don't know why you like this guy?"

Me-:"Vampire with a soul?"

Walsh-:"Do I think he's a vampire, yes but do I think he has a soul, doubtful."

Me-:"Gushing over the wrestler more so then the man, I don't know a damned thing about the real guy only what I've seen on tv and the year he worked on the company blog. Why the hell did you feel the need to show me this? Trying to ruin the image I have of him."

He was dropping off his sister for mom to babysit. I was wondering if he was looking after his sister to begin with why he didn't just let her stay with them for the night?  Which I stupidly asked and the kid who's 6 years old, (you know the one from my uncle's second marriage) answered me saying that her other sister was scary now.

Ah, so their sister was  back from rehab and she was staying with Walsh and his wife and kids for a few weeks to make sure she didn't relapse.   Understood.

Then the kid turned around and asked me why I was back at my mom's.  That kid is too smart for her own good.

Me-:"I don't want to be alone right now."

Walsh pointed at the computer and laughed. "Ever think that maybe there is no difference?  That the character he plays on wrestling is what the man is like in real life?" he dropped his voice so that the kid didn't hear him. "Maybe he's just a douchbag? "

Me-:"Don't ruin him for me. The less I know about the real man he is when the cameras stop rolling, the better I can like the wrestler and the better I can keep him in my writing."

Mom was half listening to all this while getting supper for the kid. "Huh?"

Me-:"when I write. I can't get into a character when I write, specially the hero in my novels if I can't have the room for dreaming about them. If I know too much it ruins it for me and I can't picture the guys the way I need to, to build a world around them."

Mom-: "Why don't you just create from scratch?"

Me-:"Most of it is. Just always works better if you have the beginnings. Like the way the character looks."

Mom-:"I still don't get it."

Walsh-:"I do, I think. Anyways, I have to go. Dad will be by tomorrow to pick you up."

My cousin left, and I would be lying if I said he hadn't pissed me off just a little.  It just seems to me that over the last 7 years, everyone I talk to has something to say about The Celebrity and the fact I still like him.