So I sit here on a warm Friday night, warming my gullet with some Skinny shit vodka and diet coke It’s cucumber flavored vodka too. It smells a bit like a brand new purse and tastes like licking leather, which isn’t quite the same as toilet hooch (I’m guessing) but it’s enough to put me in that Orange Is The New Black zone. But I don’t want to binge on this, largely because I have work in the morning, but also because I swallowed the first season in one night and ended up forgetting half of it. I’ll be responding to this season in dribs and drabs over the weekend, decompressing slightly after each episode, as this leather liquor swirls in my gullet and the weekend passes. Continue reading
If there’s one thing I’ve discovered during this (probably the best) season of Shameless yet, one of the most significant running themes is that opportunities are fleeting for the Gallagher’s family and connections. So many of these characters scramble to keep their grip on the little pieces of hope or stability that they find, and they either get fried or completely destroy themselves. The problem is that constant sensation that everything has been falling apart, which has left me with some sinking feelings all season long. Here are my thoughts, hopes, and fears for the season finale and season 5.
Tonight was the premiere of RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars, the fifth cycle of RuPaul’s Drag Race, different from the others because the only competitors are queens who have walked the runway on previous cycles and went home without snatching trophies. Let us predict what the queens have in store for us this season.
I’ve set up this blog so I can talk about the weird shit that I enjoy. Most of that is television. I like television. A lot. I’m a certified television addict and I usually download hours upon hours of television to watch in huge stretches. I once watched a whole season of Hell’s Kitchen in one day just because I was home sick. It took me five days to watch the first season of LOST, and that was only because I had a stupid job to go to every day and could only watch when I got home. I powered through 8 seasons of Roseanne, in a row, in under a month. I love television because, unlike movies, you get to watch characters grow and change over years instead of over hours. You invite them into your home every week and they entertain you without drinking all of your vodka and leaving popcorn crumbs in your living room carpet. Television characters are the perfect friends.
I love my real life friends, too, and because of their own television obsessions, I’m introduced to new shows and ideas that are awesome and entertaining. My friends might make an appearance here on this blog. Well, I might just paraphrase them. I don’t know yet. I don’t care much yet, either. This entire blog is mostly an exercise in writing and verbal diarrhea.
Sometimes the weird stuff I write about won’t be television. It’ll be about music, or movies, or art, or something weird and strange I encounter that raises one of my eyebrows. Sometimes I’ll be an academic. Sometimes I’ll utter so many FUCKS that some people won’t be able to read it. That’s the good thing about selfish expression. I don’t really have to give much of a shit what people like or don’t like. I get to be unabashedly selfish and anyone who has an issue with that can feel free to blow me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading about television. I’m an academic at heart that can’t help but micro-analyze television and then tell people about it, which makes me the most pretentious asshole I know. If I can I will try and make you laugh, too. Come back soon.