News like that isn't shared lightly, but you know you have to. I thought it better to get it over with quickly.
First, I texted LJ. Yes, texted. Because, well, if there was a chance either of us were going to become emotional, I didn't want it happening on the phone. That would be the most uncomfortable moment in both of our lives.
"You see where Steve Burton is leaving GH?"
His reply was quick, pain-drenched, and expected: "Nooooooo! It's the first day of college football season and you had to go and ruin it." (Actually, he texted "football reason" instead of season, but as he only recently got his first-ever cell phone, I let it slide.)
We commiserated briefly.
Next, I texted Wolfgang.
His reply? "Cool."
I immediately unfriended him. Not on Facebook, in real life. I can't surround myself with such callous, uncaring energy.
And so, as August gave way to the first tinge of fall in the air, I was already feeling the cold, cruel winds of winter. For the day I had feared, dreaded, and hoped I'd never live to see, had arrived: Steve Burton, the actor who has played Jason Morgan on General Hospital for the great majority of my post-pubescent life, was leaving the show.
For so long, Jason has been one of my heroes, right up there with Mike Seaver, Luke Duke, and obviously, the Karate Kid. I can't count the times I've compared myself to Jason Morgan. He was often the voice of reason in Port Charles. Somewhat remarkable considering he's in the mob -- er, coffee importing business. And now? He's leaving.
How will I cope without one of my heroes? By bottling my feelings up inside, of course, in true Jason Morgan fashion. Also by following Steve Burton on Twitter. I don't know that it helps. (Yes, it does.)
By the way, all this occurred over Labor Day weekend. And yes, I'm just now getting around to writing about it, in true Bone fashion. Apparently, posting five times in August left me scribically exhausted.
So I played laser tag later that weekend. What, I was clearly disillusioned. I've been trying to figure out how to smoothly transition between topics, but there's just no connection between Jason Morgan and laser tag.
Or is there? (Duh duh duuuuuuuuh!)
It was my first time to ever play laser tag. And how shall I put this? Well... I was dominating the dojo.
Did I mention I was mostly facing children? What? Most of them had obviously played before!
Now I may have fudged on the rules a little. They say "no running." But I figured if things escalated to a physical confrontation I could take either of the three teenaged female game masters. Or at least, outrun them. And I did wind up shooting my own team members a few times, but thankfully that doesn't count against you.
At the end of the match, or battle, or recital, or whatever it's called, you push a little button on your electronic thingie and it tells you what your game name is so that you can find your score.
I finished 2nd! And no, that wasn't out out of three. There were actually thirteen of us playing, although I'm pretty sure a couple of the kids were too small to actually make their gun fire.
My game name?
SpongeBob.
And suddenly, a new hero is born.
No?
Well, we gotta do something, because Frisco Jones isn't walking through that door.
"All I need / Is just a little more time / To be sure what I feel / Is it all in my mind / 'Cause it seems so hard to believe..."
First, I texted LJ. Yes, texted. Because, well, if there was a chance either of us were going to become emotional, I didn't want it happening on the phone. That would be the most uncomfortable moment in both of our lives.
"You see where Steve Burton is leaving GH?"
His reply was quick, pain-drenched, and expected: "Nooooooo! It's the first day of college football season and you had to go and ruin it." (Actually, he texted "football reason" instead of season, but as he only recently got his first-ever cell phone, I let it slide.)
We commiserated briefly.
Next, I texted Wolfgang.
His reply? "Cool."
I immediately unfriended him. Not on Facebook, in real life. I can't surround myself with such callous, uncaring energy.
And so, as August gave way to the first tinge of fall in the air, I was already feeling the cold, cruel winds of winter. For the day I had feared, dreaded, and hoped I'd never live to see, had arrived: Steve Burton, the actor who has played Jason Morgan on General Hospital for the great majority of my post-pubescent life, was leaving the show.
For so long, Jason has been one of my heroes, right up there with Mike Seaver, Luke Duke, and obviously, the Karate Kid. I can't count the times I've compared myself to Jason Morgan. He was often the voice of reason in Port Charles. Somewhat remarkable considering he's in the mob -- er, coffee importing business. And now? He's leaving.
How will I cope without one of my heroes? By bottling my feelings up inside, of course, in true Jason Morgan fashion. Also by following Steve Burton on Twitter. I don't know that it helps. (Yes, it does.)
By the way, all this occurred over Labor Day weekend. And yes, I'm just now getting around to writing about it, in true Bone fashion. Apparently, posting five times in August left me scribically exhausted.
So I played laser tag later that weekend. What, I was clearly disillusioned. I've been trying to figure out how to smoothly transition between topics, but there's just no connection between Jason Morgan and laser tag.
Or is there? (Duh duh duuuuuuuuh!)
It was my first time to ever play laser tag. And how shall I put this? Well... I was dominating the dojo.
Did I mention I was mostly facing children? What? Most of them had obviously played before!
Now I may have fudged on the rules a little. They say "no running." But I figured if things escalated to a physical confrontation I could take either of the three teenaged female game masters. Or at least, outrun them. And I did wind up shooting my own team members a few times, but thankfully that doesn't count against you.
At the end of the match, or battle, or recital, or whatever it's called, you push a little button on your electronic thingie and it tells you what your game name is so that you can find your score.
I finished 2nd! And no, that wasn't out out of three. There were actually thirteen of us playing, although I'm pretty sure a couple of the kids were too small to actually make their gun fire.
My game name?
SpongeBob.
And suddenly, a new hero is born.
No?
Well, we gotta do something, because Frisco Jones isn't walking through that door.
"All I need / Is just a little more time / To be sure what I feel / Is it all in my mind / 'Cause it seems so hard to believe..."
