Mar 11, 2006

Mar 4, 2006

Un-Lucky Charmed

so... the news was handed out this week, that yes my friends, Charmed, in it's 8th season, and 178 episodes later, has indeed been cancelled.

exec prod brad kern has already begun penning the final two episode series finale, and was actually holed up writting when the call came in to let him know that the show was going to end, a fact he had already anticipated.

charmed started 8 years ago in 1998, a year later i arrived in austin and by chance caught an episode and like whitney and smack, i was hooked. and for 8 years i have watched three talented actresses (fuck shannen doherty) grow up to the 30 something women they are now. i fell in love with holly marie combs' piper and watched her valiant struggle of every day living with the wish of a normal life and cried with her as she had to give up and say good-bye to her two children in order for them to live and have a future, give up her sister in order to go on with her own destiny and life, and sacrifice her husband so that the greater good would have a chance at a future; watched as alyssa milano's phoebe had to decide, for the good of all humanity, to destroy her one true -- epic -- love and grow from an immature over bleached 20 year old into a classy and sophisticated woman with a penchant for looking damn hot; and watched an awkward and shy rose mcgowan come into her own as paige and watched as she developed into a stellar actress with a quiet repose reminiscent of classic hollywood actresses.

and suddenly it's over. their lives will end with a few simple penned lines from creator brad kern. may 21st it all comes to an end.

and next year, i will have to say good-bye to more women in my life, but that's for a different post.

::raises glass of champagne:: to charmed, an incredible story, show and love that i knew i would have to give up someday, but am happy to have had this time with them. thank you for 8 incredible years.

now if you'll excuse me, if you need me i'll be in the bathtub, with a rusty razor, cutting my wrists. sheri, hold my calls.