Some Background Information
Okay. The following post is a repost. I’m kind of starting over and redoing a few things in 2021. I’m doing a few professional things and starting over a few things. It’s kind of exciting and kind of exhausting. No matter what it is, some background knowledge needs to be established.
Basically this is backstory. You’re not supposed to have a lot of backstory in fiction. As a writer, I should know it, because it shapes the character. As a reader, I don’t care. But this backstory is more of the essential type. Cuz I refer to Simon Baker sometimes. I watch his shows when I‘m stressed. If Simon Baker went on Great British Bake Off, I may never be stressed again.
So here is some backstory about my (fictional) relationship with Mr. Baker. — anything in bold are some incites I’ve added with this posting.
I have a slight issue. It’s really hard to tell. I thought I’d share and get some second opinions. Because if you think you’re going crazy, you should ask people on the internet for a truly unbiased, yet medically sound diagnosis.
I have mentioned before that after my miscarriage (I will write about this at another time. 2020 has brought the grief from this back in a big way so I’m going to wait a hot minute and see if it calms before I try writing about it again), I found comfort, solace, and general escape from real life by watching The Mentalist. I’ve seen every episode a few times by now. Of course, I’m not really watching them to watch them, if that makes sense, so even though I’ve seen one a few times, there are major plot lines I’ve missed. Maybe just side plot lines. But it’s amazing how much one can miss when one is not paying attention. (I’m pretty sure no one has realized this and I’ve just changed the world.)
I decided I liked Simon Baker so I found The Guardian. This show is not a comedy, however, and kind of intense and not exactly as carefree as The Mentalist.
The Mentalist is based on a man trying to find and murder a serial killer who killed his family. Turns out, one can have a pretty good sense-of-humor while trying to find a serial killer. I did not know this.
So I decided to Google Simon Baker and see what else I could find.
He was also in a TV show called Smith, which there were only seven episodes. I saw all seven. (You have to search hard for this one).
Then I watched The Devil Wears Prada. Then I watched it again to look more closely at the clothes.
In my defense, I never googled personal stuff. I saw an interview on Jimmy Fallon where he and Fallon did Mick Jagger imitation but that was during a Jimmy Fallon You-Tube marathon. It’s amazing how much time you can waste clicking on games and weird things Fallon has done with guests on his show. Raw Egg Roulette is a favorite.
I digress.
So I don’t know his birthday or where he lives or his favorite color or what his sign is. I know he has a family. But that’s it. And I know he’s in his 40’s. Somewhere. So I’m not exactly sure I would qualify as a stalker.
More of a temporary fan. (I’ve never watched this much of one actor in such a short period but when I was on my Beverly Hills 90210 fix, I did watch parts of the movie Dylan and Brandon did together on the Hallmark channel. (I apologize for not researching the actors’ names. But they will always be Dylan and Brandon in my heart. And I will always be willing to watch BH 90210 and I somehow feel as though I will outgrow Simon. Sorry.)
HOWEVER
I do believe there may be a problem.
Because during spring break when I took my kids to the Jazz game, I noticed Dante Exum is from Australia.
And I thought, “I should tell Simon.”
Then I remembered I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW SIMON BAKER.
It took me a whole second for that to register.
And I’m worried that might mean something’s off.
