TV; also baked goods
I could tell you all about the things I did this weekend, but it would mostly be things like, "Hey, guys! I Swiffered the floor!" and "Hey, guys! I worked on photo permissions for the mysterious online project I'm working on!" and "Hey, guys! I bought a rolling pin with cookie cutters inside!"
So instead let's just talk about all the TV I'm watching, yes?
Atta girl, show. Loved it, beginning to end.
I think their handling of the amnesia situation is relatively deft, in the sense that they're using it to their very specific advantage and completely ignoring everything about it that doesn't serve them. They can draw this out, residually, for as long as they like--or not. Well played.
HAAAA, Cyndi Lauper. She was so awesome, and also I feel that she and Sally Struthers could do some serious damage together sometime, in a bawdy blonde broads kind of way. Avalon Harmonia and Babette, Eater of Oatmeal: Together at Last! Gentlemen everywhere, watch out. (Would Morey go for Avalon? "Whoa, babe. Get outta my head!")
Sweets: say no to crack, and anyway it's not like we don't know how much you ship your baby-duck parents. You can't fool me!
Cam: Sing it, sister. Vigorous nodding. (Subpoints: 1) I continue to love what they've done with Booth and Cam; 2) Wise to go to Cam and not to Angela--Cam warned him about changing his mind, but Angela might have threatened mid-squee to scramble his face. Poor recovering Booth doesn't need that kind of violence in his life.)
And THEN Booth kissed Brennan on the head and called her "baby," and I had a mild freakout and then rewound eight times to see whether I was really hearing what I was hearing. So, tell me, guys: Slip of the tongue, momentary regression to coma-dream life, both, or neither?
So, what kind of show does ILUs before the couple hooks up? Oh, Hart Hanson. You and your crazy mixed-up TV-writing world. (But, backpedaling aside, did you notice how easily it came out of both of them? So self-evident. They love each other, obviously. OBVIOUSLY.)
P.S. BTW: As a complete spoiler Mary, the absence of all intern action worries me. Tell me, informed people: is the revolving intern door no longer revolving?
Anyway. Love.
What I really want to say here is this, flist: You should be watching Parks and Recreation. Especially if you saw the pilot and gave up. It's gotten so, so, so much better, and is now funny and charming and all-around delightful. Leslie Knope (still my favorite character name in all of TV, btw) has found her voice and is no longer using Michael Scott's castoff dialogue; Chris Pratt is there and he is great (the hardest part is trying to keep his suit pressed!); Rashida Jones is there and doesn't totally make me wonder why she's acting and not doing something more productive with her huge brain and general sense of awesomeness. Do I need to pull out the big guns and tell you that, pound for pound, it wiped the floor with The Office this week? Because it did. Which is why you should watch it and love it. The End.
Also,
Community: Sure, fine, whatever. I thought it was a very good pilot, but I didn't love it, heartwise. Judgment: reserved.
The Office: I liked the concept, but the execution could have been so much funnier. And, uh, that's all I have to say about that? I don't know.
I watched the premiere cold--the last I saw of this show was, what, 1.03?--but enjoyed it. I don't know; I liked the crash and I like Walter and that young man Pacey sure is a tall, handsome drink of water. Also, I was distracted at the Emmys by Anna Torv's weird combo of cleavage and short sleeves, and by her Demi Moore husky voice. I am not sure I know what to do with her, but hey. Pacey. This may be enough for me, or it may not
I also watched the Emmys and enjoyed them, dorkily, because they are partly about writing! and how great writers are! and how hilarious it is to see writers try to dress up and interact with the general public! Also--and this is unattractive of me--I would probably hate Tina Fey and Jon Hamm if I were among the nominated not working on their shows. Not, like, on a daily basis; just on Emmy day, when they are pals and pretty and obviously going to win. But, so, it's a good thing I'm not an Emmy-nominated writer, right? Whew! Dodged THAT bullet. (Also, because I am not any of those things, I love them together, a lot. Do you think Tina Fey could guest-star on Mad Men? She could be, I don't know, Sal's embarrassing comedian sister whom everybody thinks is gay, ha ha, or maybe Liz Lemon could just visit from the future, horrifying the entire female population of the Mad Men universe. I'm just saying: I would watch.) In any case, and not entirely because of what Matt Weiner said but also not entirely not because of what Matt Weiner said, I am feeling can-do about my script (which, did I tell you, I am actually writing now?), and also got a really great idea this morning for the action/adventure pilot I (may) need for my portfolio. So, see, writers in evening gowns and NPH singing are just enough to light a fire under me.
Aaaaand, ummmmm, I made two babka(s?) yesterday. Have I told you all about my current fascination with Jewish baked goods? I blame New York, and how every time I go, I discover some crazy Jewish bakery item that I've never had before and then cannot live with out. Anyway, they turned out well, and I am feeling badass about them, but will be more than happy from now on to buy Green's like everybody else. Also, it occurs to me that making my own Jewish desserts may eliminate some of the magic. Like, coming from Zabar's, it's babka. Coming from me, it's...coffee cake. Delicious, but not the same.
So instead let's just talk about all the TV I'm watching, yes?
Atta girl, show. Loved it, beginning to end.
I think their handling of the amnesia situation is relatively deft, in the sense that they're using it to their very specific advantage and completely ignoring everything about it that doesn't serve them. They can draw this out, residually, for as long as they like--or not. Well played.
HAAAA, Cyndi Lauper. She was so awesome, and also I feel that she and Sally Struthers could do some serious damage together sometime, in a bawdy blonde broads kind of way. Avalon Harmonia and Babette, Eater of Oatmeal: Together at Last! Gentlemen everywhere, watch out. (Would Morey go for Avalon? "Whoa, babe. Get outta my head!")
Sweets: say no to crack, and anyway it's not like we don't know how much you ship your baby-duck parents. You can't fool me!
Cam: Sing it, sister. Vigorous nodding. (Subpoints: 1) I continue to love what they've done with Booth and Cam; 2) Wise to go to Cam and not to Angela--Cam warned him about changing his mind, but Angela might have threatened mid-squee to scramble his face. Poor recovering Booth doesn't need that kind of violence in his life.)
And THEN Booth kissed Brennan on the head and called her "baby," and I had a mild freakout and then rewound eight times to see whether I was really hearing what I was hearing. So, tell me, guys: Slip of the tongue, momentary regression to coma-dream life, both, or neither?
So, what kind of show does ILUs before the couple hooks up? Oh, Hart Hanson. You and your crazy mixed-up TV-writing world. (But, backpedaling aside, did you notice how easily it came out of both of them? So self-evident. They love each other, obviously. OBVIOUSLY.)
P.S. BTW: As a complete spoiler Mary, the absence of all intern action worries me. Tell me, informed people: is the revolving intern door no longer revolving?
Anyway. Love.
What I really want to say here is this, flist: You should be watching Parks and Recreation. Especially if you saw the pilot and gave up. It's gotten so, so, so much better, and is now funny and charming and all-around delightful. Leslie Knope (still my favorite character name in all of TV, btw) has found her voice and is no longer using Michael Scott's castoff dialogue; Chris Pratt is there and he is great (the hardest part is trying to keep his suit pressed!); Rashida Jones is there and doesn't totally make me wonder why she's acting and not doing something more productive with her huge brain and general sense of awesomeness. Do I need to pull out the big guns and tell you that, pound for pound, it wiped the floor with The Office this week? Because it did. Which is why you should watch it and love it. The End.
Also,
Community: Sure, fine, whatever. I thought it was a very good pilot, but I didn't love it, heartwise. Judgment: reserved.
The Office: I liked the concept, but the execution could have been so much funnier. And, uh, that's all I have to say about that? I don't know.
I watched the premiere cold--the last I saw of this show was, what, 1.03?--but enjoyed it. I don't know; I liked the crash and I like Walter and that young man Pacey sure is a tall, handsome drink of water. Also, I was distracted at the Emmys by Anna Torv's weird combo of cleavage and short sleeves, and by her Demi Moore husky voice. I am not sure I know what to do with her, but hey. Pacey. This may be enough for me, or it may not
I also watched the Emmys and enjoyed them, dorkily, because they are partly about writing! and how great writers are! and how hilarious it is to see writers try to dress up and interact with the general public! Also--and this is unattractive of me--I would probably hate Tina Fey and Jon Hamm if I were among the nominated not working on their shows. Not, like, on a daily basis; just on Emmy day, when they are pals and pretty and obviously going to win. But, so, it's a good thing I'm not an Emmy-nominated writer, right? Whew! Dodged THAT bullet. (Also, because I am not any of those things, I love them together, a lot. Do you think Tina Fey could guest-star on Mad Men? She could be, I don't know, Sal's embarrassing comedian sister whom everybody thinks is gay, ha ha, or maybe Liz Lemon could just visit from the future, horrifying the entire female population of the Mad Men universe. I'm just saying: I would watch.) In any case, and not entirely because of what Matt Weiner said but also not entirely not because of what Matt Weiner said, I am feeling can-do about my script (which, did I tell you, I am actually writing now?), and also got a really great idea this morning for the action/adventure pilot I (may) need for my portfolio. So, see, writers in evening gowns and NPH singing are just enough to light a fire under me.
Aaaaand, ummmmm, I made two babka(s?) yesterday. Have I told you all about my current fascination with Jewish baked goods? I blame New York, and how every time I go, I discover some crazy Jewish bakery item that I've never had before and then cannot live with out. Anyway, they turned out well, and I am feeling badass about them, but will be more than happy from now on to buy Green's like everybody else. Also, it occurs to me that making my own Jewish desserts may eliminate some of the magic. Like, coming from Zabar's, it's babka. Coming from me, it's...coffee cake. Delicious, but not the same.