I want my brain back. I don't know where it's gone. I have a half-finished post about genre, lawlessness, and loyalty in Deadwood and vague notions that I should report on other TV I've been watching. Nothing major, but, for example, I find that Futurama grows on one like mold on cheese. But in a good way, like Roquefort. Also, the lesbians of ( Read more... )

Recently I visited my grandparents upon the occasion of my grandfather's 84th birthday. I joined Grampie in the living room for much of his daily television routine, which includes The Price is Right. One of the contestants that day was a man who set off my gaydar from the moment he started down the aisle. He did well on the show and was very ( Read more... )