Today's entry comes in the form of a poem. I wrote this earlier this evening. It's about the internal struggles of a man who has a special woman is his life but is torn as to how he feels about her and what he should do. It's called No Risk, No Reward.
The reflection in your eyes reminds me the world is a magical place
When we are apart I scramble to make sense of it all
The comfort and peace of your voice brings me more than you know
I can’t believe I could meet someone so great and so bad for me at once
The depth of the emotions reminds me how remarkable you are
The presence of all the love around me brings me to tears
I want to run away from your glow and flee your beauty
It’s too much to pretend a foolish heart can’t be less than true
When I look at the facts I sense you might be all wrong for me
But I want to care about you and be there for you anyway
I know you think I’m silly and I fear you won’t take me seriously
But I don’t believe you are ready for me to let you all the way in
For all of your faults and distance I feel for you without regret
Without all the decorations and colors of someone else’s eyes
I feel like your soul is the most amazing one I’ve ever experienced
Perhaps its magnetism is what keeps me from running away for now
Because I’m not satisfied living with a glorious haunting
I wonder if you are a comet or a star
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 46) - "Won’t Get Fooled Again"
Now that the Buffalo Bills made their final cuts down to 53 players I feel like the football season is ready to go. We are just one week away but I wonder one week away from what? Two months ago I predicted we’d win only 3 games. Every major publication, blogger, website and newspaper is picking us to finish dead last in our division. In fact, many are picking us to be one of the worst teams in the entire league!
In reality I can’t disagree. We aren’t a playoff team. There are just too many holes and a lack of quality at many positions. If you forget about the last 10 years of futility and look at this team right now with a brand new coach and a new General Manager, we shouldn’t expect much. It’s year one of this rebuilding project and I’d say they are on the right track with C.J. Spiller, Terrell Troup and some of the other young guys. It’s hard to take because we’ve stunk for so long and rebuilt so many times in the last decade while other teams haven’t had to go through the same process, let alone numerous times.
Watching the team in preseason I was actually quite impressed with many things. Trent Edwards looked like an NFL starting quarterback. Roscoe Parrish looked like a dangerous weapon again. Aaron Maybin looked like he might get on the field this year and there was cohesion on offense I haven’t seen in some time. I credit the new coach, Chan Gailey, who despite not being what most of us fans wanted, has a great offensive pedigree and is probably the first offensive based head coach we’ve had in a very long time (I won’t count that stiff Mike Mularkey).
Unlike the recent batch of seasons where the team went out and signed some big name to get the fans excited even though it was smoke and mirrors, this year the team brought in a ton of young guys and gave the boot to many veterans who had been helping to lead the Bills nowhere better than mediocrity city. So when the summer hit I could sense the ambivalence about the team this year. No big names, no high hopes and no anticipation. Everyone knew they’d be terrible and like I mentioned I was no exception. I wrote a blog a few weeks back about how I don’t care about the team as much this year. I wouldn’t say I’ve changed my mind but I am a little more optimistic about the team now that we are a week away and I’ve seen some good things during the preseason games. Maybe it’s my nature to find the bright side, or perhaps it’s that I think we will at least be more exciting to watch this year in spite of probably losing most of our games.
If I didn’t know any better, watching the team the past 3 weeks makes me want to think they’ll be a lot better than a 3-win team, but if the 10 year drought of doom has taught me anything it’s to remain skeptical. I’m pulling for them, I’m hoping we do well but my expectations are very low. I won’t get fooled again.
In reality I can’t disagree. We aren’t a playoff team. There are just too many holes and a lack of quality at many positions. If you forget about the last 10 years of futility and look at this team right now with a brand new coach and a new General Manager, we shouldn’t expect much. It’s year one of this rebuilding project and I’d say they are on the right track with C.J. Spiller, Terrell Troup and some of the other young guys. It’s hard to take because we’ve stunk for so long and rebuilt so many times in the last decade while other teams haven’t had to go through the same process, let alone numerous times.
Watching the team in preseason I was actually quite impressed with many things. Trent Edwards looked like an NFL starting quarterback. Roscoe Parrish looked like a dangerous weapon again. Aaron Maybin looked like he might get on the field this year and there was cohesion on offense I haven’t seen in some time. I credit the new coach, Chan Gailey, who despite not being what most of us fans wanted, has a great offensive pedigree and is probably the first offensive based head coach we’ve had in a very long time (I won’t count that stiff Mike Mularkey).
Unlike the recent batch of seasons where the team went out and signed some big name to get the fans excited even though it was smoke and mirrors, this year the team brought in a ton of young guys and gave the boot to many veterans who had been helping to lead the Bills nowhere better than mediocrity city. So when the summer hit I could sense the ambivalence about the team this year. No big names, no high hopes and no anticipation. Everyone knew they’d be terrible and like I mentioned I was no exception. I wrote a blog a few weeks back about how I don’t care about the team as much this year. I wouldn’t say I’ve changed my mind but I am a little more optimistic about the team now that we are a week away and I’ve seen some good things during the preseason games. Maybe it’s my nature to find the bright side, or perhaps it’s that I think we will at least be more exciting to watch this year in spite of probably losing most of our games.
If I didn’t know any better, watching the team the past 3 weeks makes me want to think they’ll be a lot better than a 3-win team, but if the 10 year drought of doom has taught me anything it’s to remain skeptical. I’m pulling for them, I’m hoping we do well but my expectations are very low. I won’t get fooled again.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 45) - "Walking in the Rain"
As I’m walking home for lunch very quickly I take a long look up at the sky. It’s looking ominous. I quicken my pace so that I am walking as fast as I possibly can without jogging. Maybe if I were walking straight home from work I would have been fine but unfortunately I had to make a stop to pay my rent.
After I left following the quick stop I walked outside and it was coming down. I was only 2 blocks from home so I didn’t panic… it was just some rain. In fact, it felt warm and refreshing. I walked those 2 blocks savoring the rain. As I savored the walk my mind drifted to other times when I walked in the rain.
During this time of the year when the rain is warm and soothing I love to walk in it. Sometimes when it really starts pouring I’ll run outside and go for a nice walk. I feel like it washes away my baggage because when you are walking out there and those drops are saturating you all you have is that moment. It’s like shaking an etch-a-sketch and finding a clean slate.
I remembered one particular time I walked in the rain. I was walking on Elmwood Avenue and I had my trench coat on. My hair and head were soaked and I was walking softly and slowly down the street really enjoying each drop. Approaching me rather quickly was a girl who hurt me a year or so earlier. She was walking with a fella and as I approached them I was hoping she’d be too distracted by her dude or the weather to notice me but I wasn’t that lucky.
She said; “Eddie!” and gave me a brief wet hug. She asked; “What are you doing out here walking in the pouring rain?” I thought about asking her the same question but instead I shrugged my shoulders and mentioned how I liked to walk in the rain. She gave me a weird look and then like a thought struck her, her face normalized and she concluded; “Its okay, you’re poetic”. I smiled and said bye. I continued my walk but for the rest of it I thought about her. I spent a few months getting to know her and I had high hopes for us going forward but it wasn’t to be and since we didn’t have a future I wasn’t going to hang around and be her good friend who she’d run to whenever she needed someone while when I needed someone she’d be with some dude.
As I finished the walk that day I imagined that the rain was washing her off of me. I pretended that I was being cleansed of her and that she’d leave my heart forever. I’ve never seen her since that day. I wish her well. The only time I ever think about her is when I’m walking in the rain.
After I left following the quick stop I walked outside and it was coming down. I was only 2 blocks from home so I didn’t panic… it was just some rain. In fact, it felt warm and refreshing. I walked those 2 blocks savoring the rain. As I savored the walk my mind drifted to other times when I walked in the rain.
During this time of the year when the rain is warm and soothing I love to walk in it. Sometimes when it really starts pouring I’ll run outside and go for a nice walk. I feel like it washes away my baggage because when you are walking out there and those drops are saturating you all you have is that moment. It’s like shaking an etch-a-sketch and finding a clean slate.
I remembered one particular time I walked in the rain. I was walking on Elmwood Avenue and I had my trench coat on. My hair and head were soaked and I was walking softly and slowly down the street really enjoying each drop. Approaching me rather quickly was a girl who hurt me a year or so earlier. She was walking with a fella and as I approached them I was hoping she’d be too distracted by her dude or the weather to notice me but I wasn’t that lucky.
She said; “Eddie!” and gave me a brief wet hug. She asked; “What are you doing out here walking in the pouring rain?” I thought about asking her the same question but instead I shrugged my shoulders and mentioned how I liked to walk in the rain. She gave me a weird look and then like a thought struck her, her face normalized and she concluded; “Its okay, you’re poetic”. I smiled and said bye. I continued my walk but for the rest of it I thought about her. I spent a few months getting to know her and I had high hopes for us going forward but it wasn’t to be and since we didn’t have a future I wasn’t going to hang around and be her good friend who she’d run to whenever she needed someone while when I needed someone she’d be with some dude.
As I finished the walk that day I imagined that the rain was washing her off of me. I pretended that I was being cleansed of her and that she’d leave my heart forever. I’ve never seen her since that day. I wish her well. The only time I ever think about her is when I’m walking in the rain.
Friday, September 3, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 44) – “Things That go Bump…”
Ever since I was little I was fascinated by the supernatural. I think part of it was just my natural curiosity in all things cool and mysterious and part of it was the enormous amount of horror and paranormal films I saw as a kid. If you were to ask me today if I believe in ghosts, I’d tell you I don’t know.
I think I really want to believe in them. I watch Ghost Hunters and movies and buy books on the supernatural. But despite all the stories, films and evidence floating around out there my mind won’t let me believe until I have my own experience. It’s funny because I don’t want to have a super scary experience because well it would be scary but at the same time, it would give me that reason to believe so I totally want to have one.
Every time I experience something that seems like it could be paranormal, I debunk or try to try to explain what happened. Most times I can, and those few times I cannot, I find some other logical explanation that does not involve spirits. You’d be surprised how many things you can explain once you really take a deep look at it.
What would happen if someday I had that moment that I deemed to be paranormal? It would blow my mind, that’s for sure. It would completely disarm and reconfigure my entire belief system. Since that’s never happened to me regarding anything I don’t have any idea what that’s like but it sounds pretty scary.
Do you believe in the paranormal? Have you had an experience that convinced you?
I think I really want to believe in them. I watch Ghost Hunters and movies and buy books on the supernatural. But despite all the stories, films and evidence floating around out there my mind won’t let me believe until I have my own experience. It’s funny because I don’t want to have a super scary experience because well it would be scary but at the same time, it would give me that reason to believe so I totally want to have one.
Every time I experience something that seems like it could be paranormal, I debunk or try to try to explain what happened. Most times I can, and those few times I cannot, I find some other logical explanation that does not involve spirits. You’d be surprised how many things you can explain once you really take a deep look at it.
What would happen if someday I had that moment that I deemed to be paranormal? It would blow my mind, that’s for sure. It would completely disarm and reconfigure my entire belief system. Since that’s never happened to me regarding anything I don’t have any idea what that’s like but it sounds pretty scary.
Do you believe in the paranormal? Have you had an experience that convinced you?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 43) - "What if Life Were Like Sports…"
With my bike currently out of commission I’ve been walking to and from work twice a day. Even though I have to hoof it, I still go home for lunch. It would have been just over 5 minutes on my bike to and from but on foot it’s more like 15 minutes and that’s at my normal brisk walking pace. Unfortunately that means a lot less time to eat because of the 20 minutes of extra travel time but I still love sitting at home and eating in peace, even if it has to be quick.
Yesterday I saw that it would be about 90 degrees and with the prospect of walking over an hour in the sun, I thought it might be a good idea to break out a white shirt. Now I have about a half dozen white t-shirts but for some reason I wasn’t feeling any of them. Instead I was eyeballing one of my New York Yankees home jerseys. In case you don’t know, they are white with navy blue pinstripes. The fabric is quite light and comfy, even on a hot day, so I grabbed my Derek Jeter #2 jersey and headed out the door.
As I made my way down the sun filled street I started to feel a bit paranoid. I’m wearing a Yankees jersey out in public. The Yankees are a very divisive subject among sports fans. People love them and people hate them. I wear Bills jerseys and Sabres jerseys all the time, but no one cares. This is probably for 2 reasons; 1- This is Buffalo and most people here root for them like I do and 2- They stink. If either Buffalo team were any good perhaps there’d be some haters out there but in the case of our teams, most of the haters are the actual fans. People hate on success and quality. No one cares about failures, at least in sports.
The Yankees are another story. They are hated, they are rich and they won the last World Series. The people who hate them think they’ve ruined baseball and are the evil empire. Wearing their jersey is a surefire way to inspire “dialogue” if you were to go out to a sportsbar or any place where meatheads reside.
As I made my way to work I wondered if anyone in a car would shout at me. I looked at nearly every one that passed wondering when the moment would come and if there would be many of them. I made it there without incident. Then I went home for lunch and returned from lunch without anything happening. As I walked home from work that day I knew the haters were running out of time. Once I made it home I was going to change clothes for the Buster Keaton film.
With plans for the evening and a somewhat tight schedule I was marching my way home with purpose. My steps were quick and with each block they felt quicker. I tried not to look at the time but I did think of how long I would probably have and what types of things I could do in that time. I began to plan how I would get ready, how much time I could devote to each activity. I worked a little later than I should have but it didn’t matter. I could figure it out and compose a new plan on the fly as I was making my way home. It’s funny because anyone outside of my head might think I am acting spontaneously but internally I know I just changed my plans and I’m following a new one. My life is all about plans. I either have one, I’m thinking of one or I’m following one.
When I turned the corner onto my block my plan was all set, I knew what I had to do and I would be able to easily make it on time to the movie. At this point I was thinking of contingency plans in case something went wrong and then “YANKEES SUCK!’. A guy flew past in his truck but he made sure to let me know how he felt about the Yankees. I don’t know the guy, he doesn’t know me but because I wore the jersey of a sports team he can’t stand, he felt the need to scream at me. The first thing I thought was people are awfully brave when they are in a car and you are not but the second thing I thought was what if everyday life was like sports?
Sports bring out some serious passion, joy and unfortunately, hatred in people. What if people acted like “sports fans” all the time? It would certainly make life more interesting… probably not in a good way but now I’m writing a script for a short film exploring just that concept. It’s going very well and hopefully one of these days, we’ll shoot it and then you’ll view it. All because this guy yelled at me. Talk about turning a frown upside down and turning a negative into a positive. That’s me, always thinking, always planning.
Yesterday I saw that it would be about 90 degrees and with the prospect of walking over an hour in the sun, I thought it might be a good idea to break out a white shirt. Now I have about a half dozen white t-shirts but for some reason I wasn’t feeling any of them. Instead I was eyeballing one of my New York Yankees home jerseys. In case you don’t know, they are white with navy blue pinstripes. The fabric is quite light and comfy, even on a hot day, so I grabbed my Derek Jeter #2 jersey and headed out the door.
As I made my way down the sun filled street I started to feel a bit paranoid. I’m wearing a Yankees jersey out in public. The Yankees are a very divisive subject among sports fans. People love them and people hate them. I wear Bills jerseys and Sabres jerseys all the time, but no one cares. This is probably for 2 reasons; 1- This is Buffalo and most people here root for them like I do and 2- They stink. If either Buffalo team were any good perhaps there’d be some haters out there but in the case of our teams, most of the haters are the actual fans. People hate on success and quality. No one cares about failures, at least in sports.
The Yankees are another story. They are hated, they are rich and they won the last World Series. The people who hate them think they’ve ruined baseball and are the evil empire. Wearing their jersey is a surefire way to inspire “dialogue” if you were to go out to a sportsbar or any place where meatheads reside.
As I made my way to work I wondered if anyone in a car would shout at me. I looked at nearly every one that passed wondering when the moment would come and if there would be many of them. I made it there without incident. Then I went home for lunch and returned from lunch without anything happening. As I walked home from work that day I knew the haters were running out of time. Once I made it home I was going to change clothes for the Buster Keaton film.
With plans for the evening and a somewhat tight schedule I was marching my way home with purpose. My steps were quick and with each block they felt quicker. I tried not to look at the time but I did think of how long I would probably have and what types of things I could do in that time. I began to plan how I would get ready, how much time I could devote to each activity. I worked a little later than I should have but it didn’t matter. I could figure it out and compose a new plan on the fly as I was making my way home. It’s funny because anyone outside of my head might think I am acting spontaneously but internally I know I just changed my plans and I’m following a new one. My life is all about plans. I either have one, I’m thinking of one or I’m following one.
When I turned the corner onto my block my plan was all set, I knew what I had to do and I would be able to easily make it on time to the movie. At this point I was thinking of contingency plans in case something went wrong and then “YANKEES SUCK!’. A guy flew past in his truck but he made sure to let me know how he felt about the Yankees. I don’t know the guy, he doesn’t know me but because I wore the jersey of a sports team he can’t stand, he felt the need to scream at me. The first thing I thought was people are awfully brave when they are in a car and you are not but the second thing I thought was what if everyday life was like sports?
Sports bring out some serious passion, joy and unfortunately, hatred in people. What if people acted like “sports fans” all the time? It would certainly make life more interesting… probably not in a good way but now I’m writing a script for a short film exploring just that concept. It’s going very well and hopefully one of these days, we’ll shoot it and then you’ll view it. All because this guy yelled at me. Talk about turning a frown upside down and turning a negative into a positive. That’s me, always thinking, always planning.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 42) - "Film Class is in Session"
Tonight I had the great pleasure to attend the first film in the UB film seminar class/series. They always start off a new semester with a Buster Keaton film and after seeing Our Hospitality just a few hours ago I can understand why. Adding to it was the very talented gentleman playing the piano while the silent film was shown. He was so remarkably good that I often forgot he was even there, all the while thinking the music was actually part of the film.
As I mentioned it is a film class. It’s just one that happens to be open to the general public and I am quite grateful for that. I learn so much, not just from the films but from the chatter and discussions before and after it airs. For instance I learned this evening that back in the day most silent films had anywhere from a piano player to a full on orchestra accompanying them. It was commonplace for that to happen and they would rarely ever run “silent”. I had no idea. I also learned that Buster Keaton pretty much did it all on his early films. He wrote, acted, directed, edited and even did his own stunts in them.
What a wonderful actor he was. Keaton does more with a look in his eye than most do utilizing their whole bodies and numerous props to convey emotion. Being a silent film actor, I guess that was a necessary skill to possess but when I look at other silent film actors, Chaplin comes to mind among others, he trounces them. I guess that’s why many have called him the best actor/director of all time.
The music accompanying the film was fantastic but the film itself was amazing. It was 74 minutes long which was pretty long back in 1923 but there was never a dead moment in it. It just flowed and flowed and there was action, comedy, plot and nothing else. I loved how it was edited and the gags while hilarious were not too over the top.
To the people who don’t know him or know him vaguely, Buster Keaton may be thought of as a fool. He gets lumped in with other silent film actors as these bumbling fools who get into adventures. Only the second part of it is true. Keaton’s characters always get into exciting adventures but he is not a fool. He is more of a clever charmer. He’s always finding ways to outwit the bad guys. Just when they think they have him cornered, he outsmarts them and escapes. Just when you think he’s going to lose, he finds a way to win. He proves to be very resourceful in his films and if we add that aforementioned charm, you can see why he’s so well thought of.
He’s certainly well thought of by me. It was a great first night of the film series. Next week is a film from 1932 called Boudu Saved from Drowning from acclaimed French director Jean Renoir. I don’t know anything about the film or the director, well at least not yet. ;)
As I mentioned it is a film class. It’s just one that happens to be open to the general public and I am quite grateful for that. I learn so much, not just from the films but from the chatter and discussions before and after it airs. For instance I learned this evening that back in the day most silent films had anywhere from a piano player to a full on orchestra accompanying them. It was commonplace for that to happen and they would rarely ever run “silent”. I had no idea. I also learned that Buster Keaton pretty much did it all on his early films. He wrote, acted, directed, edited and even did his own stunts in them.
What a wonderful actor he was. Keaton does more with a look in his eye than most do utilizing their whole bodies and numerous props to convey emotion. Being a silent film actor, I guess that was a necessary skill to possess but when I look at other silent film actors, Chaplin comes to mind among others, he trounces them. I guess that’s why many have called him the best actor/director of all time.
The music accompanying the film was fantastic but the film itself was amazing. It was 74 minutes long which was pretty long back in 1923 but there was never a dead moment in it. It just flowed and flowed and there was action, comedy, plot and nothing else. I loved how it was edited and the gags while hilarious were not too over the top.
To the people who don’t know him or know him vaguely, Buster Keaton may be thought of as a fool. He gets lumped in with other silent film actors as these bumbling fools who get into adventures. Only the second part of it is true. Keaton’s characters always get into exciting adventures but he is not a fool. He is more of a clever charmer. He’s always finding ways to outwit the bad guys. Just when they think they have him cornered, he outsmarts them and escapes. Just when you think he’s going to lose, he finds a way to win. He proves to be very resourceful in his films and if we add that aforementioned charm, you can see why he’s so well thought of.
He’s certainly well thought of by me. It was a great first night of the film series. Next week is a film from 1932 called Boudu Saved from Drowning from acclaimed French director Jean Renoir. I don’t know anything about the film or the director, well at least not yet. ;)
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
100 Blogs in 100 Days: (Day 41) - "I Watch TOO Much TV"
Maybe you realize you watch too much television when you start making up silly lists like coming up with your top ten favorite television characters. When that happens it's probably time to put down the remote and read a book. I mean, who does that? So here's my list:
My ten favorite television characters:
1. Shawn Spencer and Burton (Gus) Guster (Psych) - I simply cannot put these guys down as separate characters. They function as one zany crime fighting unit on what I consider to be my favorite show on television. Their banter and antics leave me in stitches and no one on television makes me happier.
2. Dr. John J.D. Dorian (Scrubs) – The fantasies, the daydreaming, and the sensitive side… it’s something I relate with completely. There’s few on television or film that I relate to so easily. One of my goals in life is to try an appletini because of J.D.
3. Dr. Gregory House (House) – He’s the brilliant cantankerous diagnostic doctor of what I feel is the best medical drama ever. The beauty of the show is that they do just enough or maybe Hugh Laurie does just enough to make House an endearing character that we as an audience can feel for despite the selfishness and mean spirited behavior. That’s not easy to do and that’s why House is one of the best characters on TV.
4. Neil Caffrey (White Collar) – Neil is a master forger and a damn fine thief and con artist. As you would expect, he’s a real charmer to boot. If there was anyone I would emulate when it comes to style and fashion, it Neil Caffrey. He’s clever, resourceful and the bad guy who’s now doing the right thing… well, most of the time.
5. Michael Weston (Burn Notice) – Speaking of bad boys gone good, Michael Weston might be the best television example of this. A burned spy who did countless unspeakable things for many years, he’s now turned into a Robin Hood like character who helps victims and the unfortunate fight back against hitmen, gangs, drug dealers, cartels and the like. Plus he does it all with style and cool.
6. Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) – Spencer is the coolest nerd on television, full of interesting facts and explanations about things that most people don’t want to hear. Often a member of the team has to get him to stop rambling on about something he finds incredibly fascinating but the intended person does not.
7. Abby Sciuto (NCIS) – The ultimate forensic specialist who sleeps in a coffin, bowls with nuns and drinks Caf-Pow like water, Abby is warm hearted, fiercely loyal and determined to always find the answers. She’s probably the coolest female in television and always so cute in those pigtails.
8. Sam Axe (Burn Notice) – Sam is an FBI agent who reports on Michael Weston’s activities, although he is also one of Mike’s best friends and assists him in nearly every job he takes on. Sam can usually be found romancing a rich widow or having some cold ones on a patio. His wisecracking and charm are a direct result of him being played by the awesome Bruce Campbell.
9. Detective Olivia Benson (Law & Order SVU) – Benson is so compelling due to Mariska Hargitay’s amazing acting and also due to the backstory of the character. Benson is the daughter of a rapist and her mom kept her despite being raped. Now she is a detective in the Special Victims Unit helping solve crimes, which mostly consist of rapes. She is a no nonsense empathetic public servant and wears her pain on her sleeve and shows a deep passion for justice and solving these sex crimes.
10. Mozzie (White Collar) – Mozzie is the ultra paranoid, extremely resourceful best friend of Neil Caffrey. His distrust of the government is both obvious (always referring to the FBI agents as “suits” even calling agent Burke’s wife, Mrs. Suit) and hilarious (while putting up Agent Burke at his hangout “Mi casa es Suit casa”). Mozzie adds a wonderful soft hearted and realistic element to the driven yet dreamy Caffrey. His appearances in episodes always make me smile.
Honorable Mention: Dr. Percival Cox (Scrubs), Detective Zack Nichols (Law & Order CI), Mary Shannon (In Plain Sight), Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS), Leopold Butters Stotch (South Park), Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Bones), Alan Harper (Two and a Half Men), Dexter Morgan (Dexter)
Who are some of your favorite TV characters?
My ten favorite television characters:
1. Shawn Spencer and Burton (Gus) Guster (Psych) - I simply cannot put these guys down as separate characters. They function as one zany crime fighting unit on what I consider to be my favorite show on television. Their banter and antics leave me in stitches and no one on television makes me happier.
2. Dr. John J.D. Dorian (Scrubs) – The fantasies, the daydreaming, and the sensitive side… it’s something I relate with completely. There’s few on television or film that I relate to so easily. One of my goals in life is to try an appletini because of J.D.
3. Dr. Gregory House (House) – He’s the brilliant cantankerous diagnostic doctor of what I feel is the best medical drama ever. The beauty of the show is that they do just enough or maybe Hugh Laurie does just enough to make House an endearing character that we as an audience can feel for despite the selfishness and mean spirited behavior. That’s not easy to do and that’s why House is one of the best characters on TV.
4. Neil Caffrey (White Collar) – Neil is a master forger and a damn fine thief and con artist. As you would expect, he’s a real charmer to boot. If there was anyone I would emulate when it comes to style and fashion, it Neil Caffrey. He’s clever, resourceful and the bad guy who’s now doing the right thing… well, most of the time.
5. Michael Weston (Burn Notice) – Speaking of bad boys gone good, Michael Weston might be the best television example of this. A burned spy who did countless unspeakable things for many years, he’s now turned into a Robin Hood like character who helps victims and the unfortunate fight back against hitmen, gangs, drug dealers, cartels and the like. Plus he does it all with style and cool.
6. Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) – Spencer is the coolest nerd on television, full of interesting facts and explanations about things that most people don’t want to hear. Often a member of the team has to get him to stop rambling on about something he finds incredibly fascinating but the intended person does not.
7. Abby Sciuto (NCIS) – The ultimate forensic specialist who sleeps in a coffin, bowls with nuns and drinks Caf-Pow like water, Abby is warm hearted, fiercely loyal and determined to always find the answers. She’s probably the coolest female in television and always so cute in those pigtails.
8. Sam Axe (Burn Notice) – Sam is an FBI agent who reports on Michael Weston’s activities, although he is also one of Mike’s best friends and assists him in nearly every job he takes on. Sam can usually be found romancing a rich widow or having some cold ones on a patio. His wisecracking and charm are a direct result of him being played by the awesome Bruce Campbell.
9. Detective Olivia Benson (Law & Order SVU) – Benson is so compelling due to Mariska Hargitay’s amazing acting and also due to the backstory of the character. Benson is the daughter of a rapist and her mom kept her despite being raped. Now she is a detective in the Special Victims Unit helping solve crimes, which mostly consist of rapes. She is a no nonsense empathetic public servant and wears her pain on her sleeve and shows a deep passion for justice and solving these sex crimes.
10. Mozzie (White Collar) – Mozzie is the ultra paranoid, extremely resourceful best friend of Neil Caffrey. His distrust of the government is both obvious (always referring to the FBI agents as “suits” even calling agent Burke’s wife, Mrs. Suit) and hilarious (while putting up Agent Burke at his hangout “Mi casa es Suit casa”). Mozzie adds a wonderful soft hearted and realistic element to the driven yet dreamy Caffrey. His appearances in episodes always make me smile.
Honorable Mention: Dr. Percival Cox (Scrubs), Detective Zack Nichols (Law & Order CI), Mary Shannon (In Plain Sight), Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS), Leopold Butters Stotch (South Park), Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Bones), Alan Harper (Two and a Half Men), Dexter Morgan (Dexter)
Who are some of your favorite TV characters?
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