Month: February 2013

I’ve been off Being Human (the original UK version) for a while now. I stopped watching after the first episode of season 3, in part because the American version came out and I got into that before it started circling the drain, and in part because Mitchell gets on my damned last nerve.

Now I’m back to watching it after I discovered all the original cast members leave by the end of the show. I’m so looking forward to seeing emo-goth pretty boy Mitchell get dusted— or maybe they’ll dial up his already epic levels of self-pity, narcicissm, and angst to the point that he combusts— that this was just what I needed to get back in the game.

Too bad that means Lenora Crichlow and Russell Tovey will be leaving eventually too. Their acting is the strongest reason I watch this show: when they cry, I cry. When Lenora gives her monologues, I cry a little. When Russell opens up about his feelings, I ball. It’s pathetic, I know, but the point is that they’re very good at getting across the underlying message of the show: that even monsters can be human, because humanity is about our relationships.

Anyhooo, now I’m back to watching Robson Green play a homeless(?) drifter werewolf dad forced into underground supernatural cage fights.

I was reading, of all things, a romance novel when I came across this famous excerpt from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage:

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin – his control
Stops with the shore; – upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

There are few poets that affect me like Lord Byron does… or, more likely, they are lots of poets whose work would affect me similarly if I knew of them.