Ah, Leo, you wonderful man

julianlee and I were IMing this morning, and she opened with wanting to know if she could cry because John Spencer died over the weekend. I say yes. Because while I did not know him as a person, I knew him as Leo, and that character affected me as a human being, so I think it's only right to show some sign of loss when the man who played that character dies.

I adored Leo. Full-out, wanted to run off with him adored. He was smart and snarky and brave and strong and all those things people should be, and he had some faults, which all people should have. I loved how he was a *real* recovering alcoholic. There were slips and there were moments of doubt, and there he was, fighting it every single day, and hating himself a little when he gave in, because that's how it is. I loved that even though he utterly adored Jenny, it wasn't enough, because he couldn't stop trying to make everything better for everybody long enough to have an anniversary dinner with his wife. I loved that he got snarly at the President, at the staff, and at random passer by. I loved his exasperation with Lord John Marbury, and the way he'd quirk a half-smile when someone finally caught in to what he was saying.

I didn't know John Spencer, but I knew Leo, and I only know Leo because John Spencer was so amazing in bringing him to life as a full-fleshed human being, even if he is fictional. So I'll mourn John Spencer, and I'll mourn Leo McGarry, and I may have myself a little cry for the hybrid of the two.

Damn you, Shosh

Okay, so we all know my feelings on the Bastard Holiday of Commercialization. However, in seeing all the people on my flist who like to send out cards, I can't help but want to send out a few of my own. I love sending cards because I always get a rush when I recieve them.

So, comment with your address and name, and I'll drop a card in the mail eventually.
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