Something we have to grow accustomed to around here once the hot weather arrives, which it has, is sporadic power outages. Sometimes they are prolonged, half an hour, a couple of hours, but usually they are momentary. I’d rather the former than the latter. Twice during my writing session this morning, the power went off and came back on immediately. A second at most. My desktop computer takes nearly five minutes to go through all the startup crap to get to the point where it is actually usable, so the bites out of my time are annoying, not to mention the fact that I lose whatever edits I’ve done recently. After the second outage, at about 6:20, I gave up for the morning.
The season finale of Law & Order was decent, riffing off the recent travails of an East Coast governor who got caught with his pants down, not quite literally but almost. Though obviously inspired by real events, the writers integrated the story into their own mythos and ended on a completely different note than what happened. No tearful resignations, no beleaguered wife, and an interesting plot development that can be pursued next season.
The finale of Grey’s Anatomy was exactly what I wanted. Everyone except Alex got a boost in one way or another. The Alex plot was a little over the top, I thought, but the unintended side effect, Meredith arriving home to find blood on the floor, was brilliant. Meredith’s revelation was so obvious, but well thought out at the same time. Christine is up, Izzy has something new, George is up, almost everyone got kissed, except Bailey, who finally sees the big picture. I don’t like Lexie as much as I did when she first showed up, but she redeemed herself a tad with George. For one painful moment near the end, I thought they were going to have Derek rush off to break the news to Rose (who almost certainly wasn’t going to be surprised) only to get involved in a horrible accident or something equally cliched. I’m relieved they resisted doing that.
And did you catch the TV commercial during the episode that featured—wait for it—a guy encased in cement? Is that art imitating art?
I don’t want to come off as too much of curmudgeon, but I hated, hated, hated that final scene of the Grey’s Anatomy finale. Count me as one of those who doesn’t want Meredith and McDreamy to end up together, who just wants to grab the guy and shout “Run, McDreamy, run!” I long ago heard it said that two halves make a whole, and two wholes make a couple, and I don’t believe Meredith will ever be whole. He should get out while he still can.
I don’t think it’s necessary for Meredith to be entirely whole for them to have a wonderful relationship. It happens all the time in real life.
Yes, it does. But the writers of the show are presenting us with a choice. We’ve got beautiful, manipulative, stormy, indecisive, tormenting, passive-aggressive Meredith, and beautiful, kind, sweet, empathetic, nice, understanding Rose. I know that’s not what makes drama, because if relationships have no problems, there’s no story, but I root for Rose, even though, since the show isn’t called Rose’s Anatomy, we know it’s not going that way.
But as the episode raced toward its end, I wished Meredith had gotten fired for lying about having gotten approval for the two procedures, instead of being let off the hook because her boss had an affair with her mom. If the episode would have ended with her banned from the hospital—perhaps sitting next to Alex, who had been dragged out by police—that would have been exactly what I wanted.
I’ve just never liked her character, finding her less likable even than Yang. It might be a guy thing, but I don’t think so, as I’ve found many people of both genders hoping for the Meredith/McDreamy relationship to crash and burn so they could each get on with their lives.