hypocaffeinemia

Tonight, Scrubs ended. While it may return in some altered form next season, the show I’ve loved since I first saw the promo in the fall of my freshman year of college is over.
It’s ending coincides with the ending– for now– of my education. Over the past eight years I’ve been in and out of school working on various degrees, but I finally am at a point of stability career and education wise. Much like J.D., I also have a young son and have grown significantly in maturity over the last eight years.

The episode tonight, for these reasons, was bittersweet. Not only does it mark an end of an era of great comedic and dramatic storytelling, it marks the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of the next chapter. As J.D. fantasized about what his future would hold, I am reminded that my future is a blank canvas I hold the brush to.
Thanks to Bill Lawrence and the cast and crew of scrubs for their wonderfully human story I’ve been privileged to watch and connect with.

Last night’s SNL contained a charming little sketch filled with in-references that probably flew right over the head of the public. It’s days like this I relish the fact I’m still a theatre nerd at heart.

Here’s the video:

[hulu=r2t9YCDBfEFFSoNBfsg8TQ]

The episode was fairly decent thanks in no small part to the awesomeness that is Neil Patrick Harris. His comic timing is impeccable and he is quickly becoming one of my favorite actors.

I just found out that a Spiderman musical is in the works, to feature music by Bono and The Edge (U2), and to be directed by Julie Taymor (The Lion King musical). What is the world coming to when this is deemed acceptable art?