It was fitting that it closed right as we were leaving; thought I didn’t realize the building was still standing.

Until this week: “Hard Rock Cafe demolition sparks a wave of nostalgia across Dubai old-timers“.

Sadness swirls up in me now …

The Mayan long count calendar’s 13th baktun ended last Friday.

I’ve been … anticipating? dreading? at least very interested in December 21, 2012 for a number of years, since I was reading about the Maya back when I lived in Los Angeles.

The calendar ended on a solstice. How could they have predicted that eons ago? Was it cosmic coincidence?

Now, I wasn’t expecting brimstone and hellfire. No Rapture here. But had the poles shifted and all of our electric doo-dads shit the bed last week, well, I wouldn’t have been terribly shocked.

It’s frustrating some of the writing in the lead-up and immediately afterwards how some people represented the Maya as backwards or ill-informed. Sure, they didn’t have all of the technology that we have, but most of what we know of the Maya comes from only five books, since Europeans burned EVERY OTHER BOOK IN THR ENTIRE CIVILIZATION.

Yet somehow THEY are the savages.

WWJD?

Anyway, I wish I had more time to write about and process this, but I think my energy is better focused on little Sadie.

So happy 13.0.0.0.6.

Welcome to the sixth sun.

Bizarre.

Damn, I wish Hannaford had this!

Check out “Great Marketing is Utilitarian“.

It’s kind of a scattered show; it’s not great. Each season they reinvent the wheel, which pretty much means reinventing the characters and storylines, which is not a great way to build fan loyalty. But I like sci-fi, I like Joshua Jackson, and there are enough clever sci-fi nuggets to keep me going.

Until tonight.

Maybe it’s just the point at which I find myself in life; maybe I’ve changed. I just want my television shows and movies to be fun, escapist and … well, fun.

Unfortunately this puts me at odds with most of the shows and movies that I’ve watched lately.

If you’ve spoken to me in person at all since June you know that I feel this summer’s “The Avengers” took a dark turn, thanks to writer-director Joss Whedon and his obsession with killing the coolest characters that he writes for.

But Fringe, damn, Fringe took the cake tonight.

The backstory is a little convoluted, but pretty much Joshua Jackson and the other main characters go about 20 years into the future and find a horrible totalitarian nightmare (cough Days of Future Past cough). They also run into their daughter, who is a freedom fighter. She’s grown, she’s sassy, she’s everything they wanted out of their child.

It’s emotional, yes, and probably hokey, too. But I’m looking at it as Sadie’s father, so I just see the father-daughter relationship. The emotion. It resonates with me.

Of course I shouldn’t let it, as Fringe’s executive producer is JJ “Kill Everyone On the Island in Lost” Abrams.

Clearly, bad shit is going to go down.

And it does.

I don’t understand why you’d introduce a character, a likable, friendly character, and then kill her off in her fifth episode. What’s the point? What’s the God-damned point?

Now, I know I’m reacting as a parent. News of nannies killing babies and family friends killing babies hits me pretty hard.

But all of the death, sorrow and pain … I’m just not feeling it.

I know Fringe only has a handful of episodes left, but I’m seriously considering letting them sit for awhile.

I don’t have much time to watch shows right now. Maybe my time would be better spent elsewhere.

It also gets bonus points for quoting my favorite BU professor, Robert Dallek …

A Vindication, With a Legacy Still Unwritten

Is that the first time in MLB history two “Joshes” faced each other?