07-26-2014, 07:45 PM
No, I want it to stop as well. I desperately want it to stop. It's just too wearying and upsetting.
If they're not going to restore Sheldon's dignity, mannerisms and purpose, then my whole reason for watching, being drawn to the show in the first place, and making the bloody fellow my muse is gone. I suspect most people here are in a similar, miserable boat. Possibly with a lamprey attached to the underside.
Unfortunately, breaking the connection is harder than we'd thought, when we originally wanted to circle the wagons and make this place a "haven" for the first 4 seasons (3 seasons for some). And it's starting to taint these early episodes. At the moment I don't want any fucking part of this show at all. And yet, here I am...
Horrible.
I have enough to occupy me in the ghastly outside world...My bloody philosophical allegory, horse racing, restoring a Viking Longship (huzzah!)...All honourably wanky things, but every time I start to relax and either enjoy myself or work solidly on my book, this despicable phantasm creeps up and says; We will destroy your muse, we will drown the fucker in suburbia and normalcy, we will eradicate anything unusual left in him, and we will sacrifice him on the alter of schmaltz and hormones. And those who care naught for his original character will gloat, because they see it as a private victory.
In truth it's nothing more than the victory of the common man over the Outsider, and that's nothing to gloat about.
I am feeling incredibly waffly and cranky tonight, but it's evident we're at the end of a rather lovely, lately violently unpleasant era folks. We shall have to abandon Sheldon, Penny & TBBT. Perhaps some of you chaps can hold on but I don't have the wherewithal.
If the tone of the first few episodes of S8 in any way suggests a change of focus for Sheldon, and a return to his original high-minded if "eccentric" self, then this waffle will be overhauled, and I shall tentatively continue to watch. If not (and it WILL be "not") I'm bollocking off with the speed of a thousand gods.
DAMN you TBBT! *shakes fist feebly*
If they're not going to restore Sheldon's dignity, mannerisms and purpose, then my whole reason for watching, being drawn to the show in the first place, and making the bloody fellow my muse is gone. I suspect most people here are in a similar, miserable boat. Possibly with a lamprey attached to the underside.
Unfortunately, breaking the connection is harder than we'd thought, when we originally wanted to circle the wagons and make this place a "haven" for the first 4 seasons (3 seasons for some). And it's starting to taint these early episodes. At the moment I don't want any fucking part of this show at all. And yet, here I am...
Horrible.
I have enough to occupy me in the ghastly outside world...My bloody philosophical allegory, horse racing, restoring a Viking Longship (huzzah!)...All honourably wanky things, but every time I start to relax and either enjoy myself or work solidly on my book, this despicable phantasm creeps up and says; We will destroy your muse, we will drown the fucker in suburbia and normalcy, we will eradicate anything unusual left in him, and we will sacrifice him on the alter of schmaltz and hormones. And those who care naught for his original character will gloat, because they see it as a private victory.
In truth it's nothing more than the victory of the common man over the Outsider, and that's nothing to gloat about.
I am feeling incredibly waffly and cranky tonight, but it's evident we're at the end of a rather lovely, lately violently unpleasant era folks. We shall have to abandon Sheldon, Penny & TBBT. Perhaps some of you chaps can hold on but I don't have the wherewithal.
If the tone of the first few episodes of S8 in any way suggests a change of focus for Sheldon, and a return to his original high-minded if "eccentric" self, then this waffle will be overhauled, and I shall tentatively continue to watch. If not (and it WILL be "not") I'm bollocking off with the speed of a thousand gods.
DAMN you TBBT! *shakes fist feebly*
"WHERE THE HELL'S MY PARACHUTE?"