So Long To Stars Hollow

Well, Shari & I have finally finished our marathon viewing of the entire seven seasons of Gilmore Girls. It's been a long, hard run... what with all the stupid relationship decisions & whiny behavior from almost all of the major male characters on the show. (Thank goodness for Luke & for Gil - so ably played by Sebastian Bach from Skid Row. These are possibly the only two guys in the entire town who don't behave like petulant 5 year olds 50% of the time.)

But, for every moment where I wanted to yell "Stop trying to cover up your feelings & just talk to each other like adults already!," there were moments like this...

Rory: Sounds like you're over thinking this. Maybe if you just put pen to paper...

Lorelai: I tried that. I thought I'd just sit down and write…whatever comes...no judgment...no inner critic…ooh, was that a bad idea.

Rory: Really why?

Lorelai: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish…I'm writing a letter…I can't write a letter…why can't I write a letter?…I'm wearing a green dress...I wish I was wearing my blue dress...my blue dress is at the cleaners...the Germans wore grey...you wore blue...Casablanca, Casablanca...such a good movie...Casablanca...the White House...Bush...why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car...I should really take my bicycle to work...bicycle, unicycle, unitard...hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.

Or this...

OK, I know that this is funnier because I've watched 110+ hours of these characters... wait a minute?! 110 hours? Oh, wow - I need to get a life.