George. Chuck. Jaye. Diddly?

I think I'm living the first fifteen minutes of a Bryan Fuller show. You know, the underachieving young girl in her late teens or early twenties that either dropped out of college one semester in and ended up working in the basement of Happy Time Temporary Services or graduated from Brown only to end up behind the counter of Wonder Falls Gift Emporium selling tacky trinkets. Promising girls living dead end lives and none of them realizing what they have. What life has to offer. They go through the motions and rebel against life in passive aggressive ways like dropping out, which I think actually does take a good bit of courage. They're okay in these lives. Okay to live alone with recluse aunts forever or in a trailer (I really want to do this one day because I think it sounds fun). Not happy but still okay. It's only us the viewers that can see that something’s not right. That there's something missing here and we badly want them to see it too. And they do come to that epiphany eventually, after those fifteen minutes and the first commercial break, only it takes some large force outside of themselves to help them to it. And that's scary because Jaye gets schizophrenia and both Chuck and George end up dying gruesome horrible deaths. And they wonder why their lives couldn't have been like this before, but they know. They know that it wasn't the world or fate or anything like that; it was them.

But that shouldn't happen to me because I'm already self-aware and I'm trying to learn how to pick locks. That's initiative if I ever heard it. It makes for bad plot.

On a related note, hulu now has all of Dead Like Me if you haven't seen it before, but you need to sign up because it's for 'ma-toor' audiences. That's how he says it too. Ma-toor. And because it's a joint Canadian show there's a whole bunch of random actors from every other Canadian show or movie you've ever seen. It's a lot of fun really and it makes playing six degrees of separation Canadian Edition way easier.