the Dalaverse

IMDB, god of all things, has informed me that Vanessa Lengies, my Roxanne, is in a movie with Dane Cook (penm inspired this search), and also in another movie with Arlen Escarpeta, my Sam. This knowledge caused me to burst into tears.

I am still angry and bitter about what happened to "American Dreams." It's been two years since it was cancelled and I still miss it so much it hurts. I've loved shows over the years, but none -- not one -- has affected me like this one. It was wonderful and it was hard and it was brilliant and it was vibrant and uncompromising. I hate that it languished in obscurity, I hate that it died when it deserved to live, I hate that it wasn't simple and marketable and attractive to the vast whoredom of the consumer market. I don't even know what that means. I'm just bowled over by this wave of love and sadness for -- for a TV show, for crying out loud!

But it was my show, and I loved it enough to make up for its lack of a following, but that wasn't enough to save it.