As I am now joining the ranks of fearless, death-defying bloggers (see blogging without a net for the terrifying details) I’m dealing with the pressure of coming up with a new post by… mucking about with my blog’s graphics and such. As you do. So I apologize, in advance, for the mayhem as I try things out.
I’m also trying to figure out my upcoming drama schedule. Which is causing some existential drama-watching mayhem as I over-think my options.
I’m one (one!) episode away from finishing The Return of Iljimae and I’m totally delaying watching because I don’t want to say goodbye. Also, the penultimate episode is a doozy all on its own — tears! tears dripping down my face! — so there’s a bit of recuperation going on. (Though, Soo-ryun’s epic race across the border was… pretty damn epic.)
Which means… Nine… maybe? I’m hesitant, not because I’m afraid it won’t be good (I’ve heard enough good buzz to have me excited to watch), but… It’s been a while since I’ve had an good old fashioned, edge of the seat, sleep is for the weak, drama-marathon. And Nine could be a good one to save for that pleasure.
But! Dramafever is in the process of getting Story of a Man uploaded (they’re up to ep. 9) and I’ve been dying to see that drama forever. It’s got amazing buzz, with the added drive of being completely unfindable. Until now. So there is a good marathon in my future. Am I being greedy by waiting for Nine?
And then there’s That Winter the Winds Blows which is putting me through an emotional wringer. I’ve massively enjoyed it up until the very last scene when squirmy doubt got added to the many, many feelings I’ve felt. I’m sure as hell not stopping (waaay too invested to turn back now). But it makes me wonder: I’m already on an emotional roller coaster ride; do I really need to climb onboard another?
I suspect I’ll figure it out the usual way: dip my toe in with a “trying out the first episode” watch and get pulled away by the strength of the awesome-drama riptide.