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I Could Have Missed The Pain...
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| Title: | I Could Have Missed The Pain... |
| Creator: | T'Mar |
| Date(s): | 2000? |
| Medium: | online |
| Fandom: | due South |
| Topic: | Fanfiction, Slash |
| External Links: | online here |
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I Could Have Missed The Pain... is a 2000 essay by T'Mar.
It has a due South focus.
Some Topics Discussed
- disappointment and anger over the third season of due South
- removing and not updating one's fannish website due to impatience and betrayal
- Diefenbaker is cute in a parachute
The Essay
I Could Have Missed The Pain...
... but frankly, sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if I'd just missed the dance as well.
I'm talking about Due South here. People who know me know that I've never made a secret of hating the third season with a passion. Not the characters from the third season, but that season itself. I hate it. I hate the way Fraser behaved, I hate the stupid gags in most of the episodes, I hate the way they brought Ray Vecchio back, I hate the ending. I don't hate Ray Kowalski. He's a great character, and fun to write (shame, I always torture him in my stories - but then I only torture characters I have a particular fondness for). And I honestly can't understand why some fans out there think that the third season is brilliant. It's dreck. Sorry. It had no emotional depth and none of the episodes (with the exception of the episode where Ray Kowalski got all angsty about the woman on death row) meant anything.
But that's not all. I can't bring myself to care anymore, about any of the seasons. They are rerunning the second season down here now, and the old T'Mar would have been ensconced in front of the TV every Sunday watching frantically (which is possible - trust me - I'm the only person I know who can watch stuff frantically). But today's T'Mar doesn't care. People will say, "Hey, Due South is on," and I'll reply, "Oh, is it?" and go back to whatever I was doing.
Other things that show I suffer from Third Season Syndrome include the following. I got tired of maintaining the DS page on my gen site, especially the Paul Gross picture pages. Not that I really had to do anything, but I kept getting emails from clueless people who thought that Paul Gross himself was running the site, despite the disclaimers I put up after the fifth such email. So I just took the pages down. Much easier. I took down some other pages, too. Now there are only about four DS pages left there, and frankly that's only because it would be too much damn trouble to take the whole thing down and update all the other pages that are linked to it. Still, maybe one day when I have time.
So it's times like these that I start to wonder if it wouldn't have been better if I'd never watched the damn show in the first place. But I know that it wouldn't have been better. I made some great friends through DS fandom. That won't change. I started writing slash thanks to DS, and I have to be grateful for that. What else would I have missed if I'd elected to miss the pain? Ray Vecchio saying, "It's good to hear your voice." Ray Kowalski's bravado: "I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress." Frannie annoying the people at the precinct. Dief in the parachute (that was so cute).
So I won't be wiping off my DS tapes.
[...]
And I feel I have a duty to finish off the third Comfort story. But as for the rest of it... I'm done.