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cjlasky7Friday morning here in Brooklyn, and I am sitting in the living room, watching the pilot episode of Space Dandy. Kind of an intergalactic version of Johnny Bravo, leaning heavily on fourth wall breakage. [Best meta joke: everybody dies at the end of the (first!) episode, but the narrator goes right ahead with the "next time on Space Dandy" promo. One of the characters breaks in: "'Next time'? Weren't we just vaporized?"]
It's a little arch, even for my taste, and I'm not sure I can tolerate that much winking at the audience, even once a week. I do like the relationship between Dandy and QT (little robot buddy), though. (Eh, I'll keep going for another week or two.)
Don't worry, I'm not home because I'm sick or unemployed. (Job status appears to be as solid as ever, in fact.) No, our skylight above the stairway sprung a leak, and the roofers are here to put in a new one. Tarps and old paint chips everywhere. (Yes, it's just a delight.)
Finished up the first season of Happy! on Wednesday. Not as full-tilt bonkers as the previous episode (but then, it might not be possible to get that crazy again), but all the characters landed well at the end of their season's arcs, and I think I can actually see a Season 2, even though the project seemed to scream "one and out."
I know shadowkat had problems with the violence levels, and the creative staff never quite blended the more cartoonish aspects of the concept with the more realistic, cops-and-mobsters part. But Christopher Meloni KILLED all the way through. You know he's an excellent dramatic actor from SVU and Oz; you know he's got comedy chops from Wet Hot American Summer. Well, he puts it all together here, investing you in Nick's redemption--while he's resisting it, kicking and screaming every step of the way. The series did a great job mocking the plastic sentimentality of America at Christmastime, while simultaneously showing a genuine story of spiritual rebirth. If you gave up after one ep, go back and binge the rest (it's only 8 episodes long). It's worth it for Meloni's gloriously cynical monologues alone.
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Awhile back, D. wrote a letter to the president, telling our chief executive a little about himself and our life in Brooklyn. (D.'s got a healthy interest in the history of the American presidency... and a not-so-healthy interest in presidential assassinations. Sigh.) I didn't expect anything to come of this after he dropped the letter in the mail; but lo and behold, about a week or so ago, we received a response--a letter on beautiful official White House stationery, a thoughtful, well-written mini-essay about the White House, with Donald J. Trump's signature stamped at the bottom. (If I ever find out which White House staffer wrote the letter, I have to thank him or her.)
Now, D. is writing a follow-up letter, inviting the president to dinner.
Donald Trump coming to my house for dinner. Can you imagine?
I don't know whether I would be amused, excited or horrified.
It's a little arch, even for my taste, and I'm not sure I can tolerate that much winking at the audience, even once a week. I do like the relationship between Dandy and QT (little robot buddy), though. (Eh, I'll keep going for another week or two.)
Don't worry, I'm not home because I'm sick or unemployed. (Job status appears to be as solid as ever, in fact.) No, our skylight above the stairway sprung a leak, and the roofers are here to put in a new one. Tarps and old paint chips everywhere. (Yes, it's just a delight.)
Finished up the first season of Happy! on Wednesday. Not as full-tilt bonkers as the previous episode (but then, it might not be possible to get that crazy again), but all the characters landed well at the end of their season's arcs, and I think I can actually see a Season 2, even though the project seemed to scream "one and out."
I know shadowkat had problems with the violence levels, and the creative staff never quite blended the more cartoonish aspects of the concept with the more realistic, cops-and-mobsters part. But Christopher Meloni KILLED all the way through. You know he's an excellent dramatic actor from SVU and Oz; you know he's got comedy chops from Wet Hot American Summer. Well, he puts it all together here, investing you in Nick's redemption--while he's resisting it, kicking and screaming every step of the way. The series did a great job mocking the plastic sentimentality of America at Christmastime, while simultaneously showing a genuine story of spiritual rebirth. If you gave up after one ep, go back and binge the rest (it's only 8 episodes long). It's worth it for Meloni's gloriously cynical monologues alone.
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Awhile back, D. wrote a letter to the president, telling our chief executive a little about himself and our life in Brooklyn. (D.'s got a healthy interest in the history of the American presidency... and a not-so-healthy interest in presidential assassinations. Sigh.) I didn't expect anything to come of this after he dropped the letter in the mail; but lo and behold, about a week or so ago, we received a response--a letter on beautiful official White House stationery, a thoughtful, well-written mini-essay about the White House, with Donald J. Trump's signature stamped at the bottom. (If I ever find out which White House staffer wrote the letter, I have to thank him or her.)
Now, D. is writing a follow-up letter, inviting the president to dinner.
Donald Trump coming to my house for dinner. Can you imagine?
I don't know whether I would be amused, excited or horrified.
