Okay, I always have stuff to say, but I haven't been saying it on this blog lately. Sorry for all you regular blog-checkers.
Watching:
Sex and the City. I went in with low expectations, and I was still disappointed. Everything was just off. The pacing was terrible, the writing was worse, for every wonderful, inspired outfit, there was a high-priced trainwreck, and there was the slight problem of Carrie being referred to as 40, after a decade with Big. If I remember correctly, they celebrated her 34th birthday in the first season, also the season she met him, so she should be...44, right? She mysteriously did not manage to age for nearly half the decade. I am sure that there is deeper meaning in that statement, but I can't be bothered. I can't because I have to talk about the happy ending bullshit. Are we still buying the myth that the path to happiness is paved with goddamn diamond rings? I call shenanigans. I don't even want to talk about it anymore.
Also featuring Sarah Jessica Parker, Ed Wood. Tim Burton is a magnificent freak.
Listening:
Lipstick pop-punk heroes The Dollyrots and Go Betty Go. Sometimes a girl just needs a hook, y'know?
Reading:
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, David Sedaris. This is self-explanatory, right? Everyone already knows? It's funny. zs
I'm also rereading the 7th Harry Potter book, but just on and off because it happens to be laying next to my bed.
Eating:
Cherries. Piles of them. Rainier ones.
Finally, I always show pictures of Miss Thing, because she is slow enough to capture with a camera. Cap'n Jack, not so much. Nearly every shot of him is blurred and out of focus. But I managed to get a pretty great one of him in Juneau. It makes me sad, though, because it's one of those pictures that shows the future.
I loved SATC. If only because I fall solidly in its target demograhic; e.g. the kind of girl who falls hook, line and sinker for any sort of reunion scene set on the Brooklyn Bridge with Al Green on the soundtrack.
ReplyDeleteI didn't agree with the Samantha thing, or the Big thing, or any of the other major stuff, but whatevs. I went back and watched some of those Baryshnikov episodes, and thankfully having seen the movie didn't lessen my pleasure in watching series reruns one bit.
Jack...Jack...that picture is incredible. Which birthday will this August be?
Jack will be eleven in August. Le sigh.
ReplyDeleteI'm mad at Darren Star for letting that movie happen.