So, four days later, everyone's spreading the news about Mr. Brandis. It's been kinda cool, to see a story explode over the past few days -- my hits tripled over the weekend due to passers-by, the internet exploding with articles and new revelations. Most gratifying -- part of the story has been the lack of story. Thank you, mass media, for noticing the oddity of it all.
I wrote the previous entry in a bit of a daze, shell-shocked by the news. Hence the melodramatic nature of it. Since then, two things have been proven to me, more than well:
People do care about the Brandis
To paraphrase West Wing, you do NOT mess with the fangirls. Especially the twenty-two-year-old fangirls. Because we will own you.
So now, I'm moving onto other things. But his memory lives on. Especially the next time I get to the DVD store.
Because I really have been meaning to watch Ride With the Devil.