wtf?

i admit it. i have really gotten into the pbs soap opera "downton abbey." my mother got me watching it. it fit in well with my escape from my reality scenario. what can be better than an addictive fictionalized tv series about british aristocracy when you're feeling like your own life lacks something.

not that my life lately has been that bad. it's been mildly good actually. but still, escapism is a nice thing.

so but wth? the 3rd season was what? all of 4? episodes long. and then, wtf? all this dying? what the heck is with all this constant dying? mortality in childbirth? car crashes? can't the crawleys all be intact and happy for more than 5 or so minutes at a time?

all this tragedy, it's a little bit too much like real life for my tastes.

but no matter. unlike real life, where deaths of people you love throw you off kilter for quite some time, giving people time to stomp on you some more, you can expect the granthams to bounce back and regain their stiff upper lips just in time for pbs to do some fundraising before the next season.

perhaps it was no escape afterall.