northern_exposure raze i used to program my vcr to grab what i couldn't catch while i was sleepwalking through my final year of high_school. when i was awake enough to walk home, i would crawl into bed and let my tv take me to cicely. i wanted to live in that place. to know those people. to make films with ed and shoot the shit with shelly between shifts at the brick. i died a little inside every time chris cut his hair and said a silent prayer when joel and maggie finally got together, knowing it couldn't last. the end for me will always be seeing those two share one last sad kiss in the cold before their luckless love was ferried away to the soft strains of "forever night shade marie" by the latin playboys. as far as i'm concerned, the eight episodes that aired after that never happened. 260817 what's it to you? who go blather from