Goodbye, Fair Maiden
In just a few days I am going to lose a dear friend. Terminal illness. It was just discovered. This friend and I have only known each other for a brief three years, though we’ve been through a lot. Last week my friend was given just a week to live. And it’s for certain, next Thursday, my friend will be gone. My friend’s name is Under the Dome.
Under the Dome was a magical show, really. A dome falls on a town, nobody knows why. A cow gets cut in half, an airplane caught in the inside explodes as it careens with the underside of the dome, a delivery truck on its way into Chester’s Mill (the town stuck under the dome) smashes into outside of the dome. We’ve watched these same accidents at the beginning of every episode since the beginning. I’d like to have seen other incidents in the title sequence, but I digress. Whatever that means.
In what was originally supposed to be just a 13-episode event ,we’ve seen a lot of things. We’ve…seen…things.
A college aged girl kidnapped by her crazy boyfriend and locked up in a bomb shelter.
An egg. Actually multiple eggs.
A dome.
A mini dome.
Dead people.
Burning buildings.
Army guys.
Zenith.
Snow globes.
Aliens.
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Pink stars falling into lines.
Amethysts.
Teen love.
A Big Jim.
A Prius.
Did I mention a Toyota Prius?
That’s right, the 2016 Toyota Prius, test drive one today!
Fire, ice, water, lack of water, bugs, more fire, dust, blood rain.
Butterflies.
The kinship.
Cougars.
It’s been a strange ride. This third, and now final, season of Under the Dome has been very lacking in goodness. In other words, it has really sucked. In the end, what in the world will happen to all of our friends? Will they finally escape the dome?
It’s such a strange feeling every time one of your favorite shows comes to an end. It seems like you’re losing a friend. The only feeling I can liken it to is high school graduation. When that happened, it was a celebration, we’ve made it, after 4 long years (or 3 in Under the Dome’s case) and now we say goodbye. Maybe we’ll see each other again, but not all in the same place. Sure we’ll see the same actors in other projects, but they won’t be playing Big Jim, or Junior, or Julia, or Barbie, or Joe, or Norrie, or that weird military guy that Barbie killed. It just won’t be the same.
It’s been quite a ride, and I’m glad to have taken it. My friend only has a couple days left to live. I’m going to enjoy it.
