I’ve nabbed the title for today’s blog from an very old satirical TV show that only members of a certain generation (who are still alive) will remember. The show debuted in the U.K. in 1962 hosted by comedian and journalist … Continue reading
I found it difficult to start writing this. Normally it’s easy enough to talk about what’s happening in Australia. There’s always lots of talk about. It was a bit harder during the bushfires, because I didn’t want to talk about … Continue reading
The TV I watched when I was a kid was all the stuff that the Children’s Television Workshop was designed to combat: cartoon violence, constant advertisement, a totally un-diverse reality–ethnically and economically. And I turned out okay, right? I still … Continue reading
I watched a lot of cartoons as a young person. Like, a lot. In New York City, where I grew up, we rejoiced in the–at the time–enormous selection of 7 TV channels (including the educational channel), and by 5 o’clock … Continue reading
Myth and legend, going back to the beginning of mankind, is dominated by heroes, both male and female. Looking up to brave people, appreciating all they sacrifice to save everyday people is important. They inspire us to do braver things … Continue reading
In an effort to be more present in my own life and to not watch bad TV just to watch, and to spend more time reading and doing family things, we cut the satellite cord and now have just broadcast … Continue reading
I finally got around to checking out the Solo movie on Netflix, though I haven’t finished watching. This time something about the Star Wars universe hit me, something obvious that probably everyone else in the universe already grasped: Star Wars … Continue reading
I saw a familiar rant on Facebook recently: someone complaining that a TV show got details wrong, in this case about how legal matters worked. Both writers who spend time getting the details right in their stories and experts who … Continue reading
I find it almost impossible to watch cinema. My palate has been irretrievably vitiated by a constant diet of trashy teen pix, romcom, bromance, vilely stupid adventure flicks, indie gay comedy, and B-minus monster movies dated pre-1977. This means I fall asleep after ten minutes of Babette’s Feast, and I have a perfect 0 for 0 record at having seen the Oscar nominees in any year before the ceremony.
Continue readingYesterday, Darwin and I were watching a Big Name Spy Thriller on DVD. It had the same plot every other spy thriller uses: STEP ONE: Spy Protagonist learns of an object he needs to get hold of in order to … Continue reading
