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Friday, January 1, 2016

Goodbye 2015 - You Were Not Kind

I am certain many of you went out to celebrate the new year in the traditional social fashion. I did not. I was not up for it. I am glad 2015 is over, for personally it was filled with more sad memories than happy memories. I also did not feel like celebrating the start of 2016. There are just too many family, friends and people I looked up to who didn't make it to the new year. I wasn't exactly melancholy. I just wasn't good company, and why should I let my mood dampen anyone's celebration?

So instead, I vowed to finish my first SWTOR character's story arc by the end of the year. It was just the distraction the doctor (me) ordered. Did I make it? Of course I did.
I didn't quite get there after I finished the Smuggler story arc along with the Republic story arc, but I had a lot of companion interactions to take care of afterwards and that put me over the top. It was during those companion interactions this happened.
Yup, Risha and I got married on New Year's eve. I had to make a choice, and as much as I find Akaavi exciting and not just in a martial sense, she and I see things too differently to have had a lasting relationship. That became apparent when things really began to heat up between us, like lava hot, and Risha came storming in and demanded I choose one of them. To be honest, I wanted them both, but they were having no part of that fantasy. When I suggested it, Akaavi demanded to fight a dual with Risha, and there is only one way a Mandalorian duel ends. Someone has to die. It was at that point I realized I had no future with Akaavi, so I chose Risha. Interestingly enough, Akaavi respected the decision I made, and is still a valued and loyal member of the crew. We've become her clan since hers was treacherously murdered. As for Risha and I, once we retake her throne (oh yeah, did I mention she's an heiress?) we're going to need heirs of our own. BEST MMORPG MISSION EVER.

There was still 90 minutes until midnight when I finally logged out of SWTOR. I decided I'd finish 2015 by watching one of my father's (and mine of course!) favorite shows: M*A*S*H. I had three episodes of  season three left to go. Those are the episodes where Henry Blake dies on his way home and Trapper John gets his orders home while Hawkeye is on R&R in Tokyo. It's the mother of all goodbye seasons. McLain Stevenson hasn't been with us since 1996, but I didn't find out Wayne Rogers had passed away yesterday until this morning. Wow, talk about totally freaky coincidence. I had no idea as I said goodbye to "Trapper" John McIntyre once more, I was really saying goodbye to Wayne Rogers as well. By the way, Wayne Rogers was wrong, which is a terrible thing to say about the recently departed. What was he wrong about? The popularity of his character in M*A*S*H. I liked "Trapper" just as much as I liked Hawkeye, and though I grew fond of Mike Farrell as B.J. Hunnicutt, I wish Wayne Rogers had never left the show. But life's full of should-have, would-have, could-haves. And I suppose in some ways the show could not have grown philosophically had the character continued. As the seasons went on, it became harder and harder to laugh off the message, and I think that's what made the show so great. I know my father, who fought in Korea during the difficult first 13 months, loved the show because it was so accurate in it's portrayal of be crazy or go insane. For years all I ever knew about my father's combat experience was the fishing trips he'd take as the XO's driver once he got off the front lines after six months. They had no poles. Just a bottle of whisky and a case of hand grenades. Yes, M*A*S*H was more real than most people suspect. It wasn't until I'd gone into the Army myself that my father told me a little about the rest of his experience while in Korea. That validated the rest of the show's social commentary for me.

And that was my New Years celebration. It was solitary (just me and the misses, and she doesn't play computer games or watch T.V.) It was quiet. I hope 2016 will be a more upbeat year. We will see. I don't prognosticate in the absence of facts. Perhaps Dr. Sidney Freeman said it best, and I should pull down my pants and slide on the ice. Can't say I'll do that just yet. I'm just glad to bid 2015 goodbye. What I can say is I sincerely hope everyone reading this has a safe and wonderful 2016. May it be all you hope it will be. Thank you for spending some time on my site. Peace.

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