Monthly Archives: August 2014

This TV Show Put a Ring On It and You Are Invited to the Wedding

I have to write a dear Louie letter and even a dear Lena letter.  I thought those relationships were going exceptionally well but there has been a game changer. I’m in love.  If I could become monogamous with a tv show, this would be the one.  Broad City.

I’m a little nervous to proclaim my love publicly as this show is super weird and I am not even recommending it unless you totally dig Louie and Girls.  It has the former’s lack of formula (x3) and the latter’s emphasis on the female perspective. But what makes it awesome to me is the focus on female friendship.  The two lead characters (who are also the writers/show creators) really like each other.  The show is about their relationship, how they hang, what they do together, what they say to each other. This reminds me of who I was when I lived in NYC in my early 20s.  I am thinking of you Schtoops.

At first, like most shows, Andy and I were watching one a night.  After Broad City Stillepisode 3, we wanted to see the end of episode 2 again because something really funny happened.  So we go to episode 2 and rather than skipping to the end, we watch it all again. And then we watch 3 all over, again. All in one night. That has never happened over here before now.

Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson are nuts.  The supporting cast is more nuts.  All episodes are free from Comedy Central.  Here is a house favorite, Episode 6 – Stolen Phone. via @ComedyCentral






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Future Eraser – What a Waster

How did I waste my time before web surfing?  I can’t remember.  I’ve always read a lot so I probably just laid down and killed an hour in whatever book I was reading. Even if one hour was three hours, I was progressing through a singular creative endeavor.  There was a beginning, middle and an end.  Even an accomplishment of sorts, the number of books read in this lifetime went up a tick.   Now I find myself unspooling yards of precious time ravenously consuming information; topical, political, gastronomical, self helpful, musical, criminal, reviewing, critiquing, criticizing, maligning, malignant and benign.   A deeply unsatisfying hobby that never completes, never fulfills, makes me feel shitty and yet lures me like a cat stalking a laser pointer light. As long as I am there, I am nowhere else.  Apparently I really really want that, if actions speak louder than words and what not.  I can control it if I try but because I am on the computer all day, the e-portal to Future Oblivion is where I find myself when professional responsibilities end and domestic responsibilities begin. That intersection is a bitch for me.  I have hard time going from virtual to physical. But wasting time web surfing is like leaving dog shit on the sidewalk of transition.  The smelly remains of crap linger.


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