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Friday, September 15, 2000: Fragments

It was another long day today--I worked until 7:00, which I know wouldn't be considered a long day by some people's standards, but is a very long day for me.

And then I thought of some more things I should do, and worked a little bit when I got home, too.

And then we watched part of an old Rock Hudson movie called Seconds, which was about some people who, for a fee, would arrange for plastic surgery to be performed on you, and create a whole new identity for you, for a price--which price turned out (of course) to be much more than you had originally expected to pay.

I had never seen it, and we didn't see the whole thing, because Bob wanted to go out for Popeye's fried chicken; I went with him, and sat in the van while he went inside, then we came home, and I watched Nash Bridges--the one show I watch all week, and this was the episode I'd been dreading all summer.

I don't really know why I like the show, I've never been specifically fond of Don Johnson or Cheech Marin, but I kind of like them together, and I think Jeff Perry, who plays Harvey, the ex-hippie, Grateful Dead fan, is an excellent actor. I don't care much for either of the main female characters--Yasmine Bleeth is just sort of annoying, although a much better actor than I would have expected, and the girl who plays Nash's daughter is somewhat annoying, too, although I think that's mostly her character. Except that I can never look at her without remembering that she and Don Johnson had an affair one season . . .

I missed most of last season, I think; it was just never convenient to watch the show, I think, and I didn't make an effort to, like I've been doing this summer. So even though all the shows are reruns, I haven't seen most of them before, so it's all new.

A few weeks ago I went to the show's website, and against my better judgment, read the episode summaries. And while I would never reveal a major plot point from a movie, I figure a television show is different, particularly since it's in reruns at the moment.

The developent of Evan Cortez' character last season was pretty interesting, I thought, in a soap-opera-ish sort of way. He was one of the detectives on the force, and was engaged on Cassidy, Nash's daughter. Theirs was a tumultuous relationship, and Cassidy eventually broke up with him, breaking his heart, and starting him on a downward spiral that ended up with him homeless, living with a prostitute, and ending up in the hospital after being beaten by her pimp.

He stole a watch from Joe (Cheech's character), and, realizing how far he'd sunk and how hopeless it all was, attempted to kill himself, but Joe talked him out of it.

He vowed to turn his life around, and was walking by a church one day . . .

The next chapter in his life found him born again, working with a church youth group, inviting his friends to his baptism; and found Cassidy once again interested in him, but now he wasn't interested in her, because he had found something much more compelling--his religion. And that, of course, made her want him even more.

A few more episodes, and they're back together, and tonight, planning to get married. He tells Harvey he's never been so happy, and then he gets killed.

Yup.

I didn't cry until Harvey, packing up Evan's desk in the squadroom, comes across Evan's bible, with a Polaroid photo of him and Cassidy stuck inside, and Harvey breaks down, and so did I, a little.

I had forgotten how much fun the webcam was. I'm doing a project this weekend that involves taking photographs to illustrate my day, and I was thinking it would probably be nice to have some photos of me as well, so I got out the webcam and played around with it a little.

And then I spent a really long time downloading a lot of old journal files that I hadn't yet moved over to the Mac, and I only got about a third of the way through them before I decided to go to bed. And it just now occurs to me that I should just wait until I get the DSL installed and not put myself through the pain of moving them over the regular phone line.


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