Wow, I see it's been over a year since I've been on here. Long time, no blog. The last year hasn't been a slog, but a joy. We went and had ourselves a boy. He's a happy, healthy lad, which makes his mom and me glad. Always something new, whether it's smiling, cooing, or watching the mobile on his swing go round and round. Always something to be found, like his fists, which he looks at with wonder. What do I do with these? He'll figure it out later. All that is to come, all the milestones. The smiles make up for the whines and moans. The lack of sleep, it's not for keeps, as he's starting to nap for longer.
The days of going to the movie theater regularly are gone for us, but I don't feel a great void. The previews leave me annoyed. Dear oh, I'll quote Tina Turner: we don't need another hero, and my interest in them is zero. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Ant Man, they all seem like blunders, but not the Woman of Wonder. There's room in the world for her, no doubt, but with last year's best pictures I had a falling out. Lion had me bored to tears, Arrival tried to solve interplanetary fears. I needed a bigger screen for Moonlight's trance, La La Land did not make me dance. Manchester was the best of the bunch, and after that, Hidden Figures seemed like a picnic lunch.
I'll break out of the rhyme soon, but TV leaves me more over the moon. Jimmy McGill's backsliding wonderfully on Better Caul Saul. I love that each episode doesn't solve all. About each character slowly we learn, and sometimes it's an exceedingly slow burn. Of Red Oaks (Amazon) we made short work, and Paul Reiser plays a wonderful jerk. Catastrophe (Amazon) is what happens when all heck breaks loose, and I liked it, I won't be obtuse. These last three shows never hit the skids, but I wouldn't recommend them around the kids.
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The days of going to the movie theater regularly are gone for us, but I don't feel a great void. The previews leave me annoyed. Dear oh, I'll quote Tina Turner: we don't need another hero, and my interest in them is zero. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Ant Man, they all seem like blunders, but not the Woman of Wonder. There's room in the world for her, no doubt, but with last year's best pictures I had a falling out. Lion had me bored to tears, Arrival tried to solve interplanetary fears. I needed a bigger screen for Moonlight's trance, La La Land did not make me dance. Manchester was the best of the bunch, and after that, Hidden Figures seemed like a picnic lunch.
I'll break out of the rhyme soon, but TV leaves me more over the moon. Jimmy McGill's backsliding wonderfully on Better Caul Saul. I love that each episode doesn't solve all. About each character slowly we learn, and sometimes it's an exceedingly slow burn. Of Red Oaks (Amazon) we made short work, and Paul Reiser plays a wonderful jerk. Catastrophe (Amazon) is what happens when all heck breaks loose, and I liked it, I won't be obtuse. These last three shows never hit the skids, but I wouldn't recommend them around the kids.
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