Confession:
I feel like I am making going to New York City my entire personality. And I might be kind of okay with that.
Over the last few years of learning about myself and my brain during the quarantine times (like, Mickey was out of town a lot, I cannot express how much time I spent with myself and only myself. I am my own best friend and my own worst enemy.), I have kind of “come to terms” with the fact that I am some sort of creative.
All my life, I fought against this for some reason, even though it’s been evident since middle school, when my favorite pastime was making posters for movies that didn’t exist. But, aside from actors and models and the like, where I grew up, creatives were mostly looked down upon. We were called weird and different and sometimes dumb, because we didn’t think the same way that all the ‘sitting in a chair’ people did. And, at the time, those felt like insults.
They do not feel like insults anymore and that’s I guess what I mean by coming to terms with being a creative. There was such pressure to fit in during the 80s and 90s in rural Georgia, and I tried really hard to fit in with all different sorts of people, but I never felt like I succeeded. (spoiler alert: it was because i was trying to fit in instead of just being myself.)
As I became an adult and got away from both small-town Georgia and my parental influences, I started to find my way with friends. However, for a long time, I was still masking hardcore, sticking to all these rules about what it meant to be a human, how we had to act, and even how I was supposed to be a woman.
I realize how much of that was to fit some sort of mold in society so that I could get married off and be ‘someone else’s problem.’ For as long as I can remember, my number one goal in life was to get married to a man. Not because I ever even had the chance to want it, but because it was what (as a woman) I was supposed to do.
And to do that, I had to twist my way into all sorts of different shapes to become attractive to people whom I didn’t even know if I liked.
Wait… where am I going with this? Hold on, let me regroup.
Okay, here we go:
I am much better at making and keeping friends who truly align with my brain. It started a long time ago on a yellow board and has expanded to a slumber party (coming oh so soon) filled with people I love (some of which I haven’t met yet.)
And even better yet, we’re gonna do another one next year with even more people.
Okay, well, maybe I am not making going to NYC my whole personality. I am going next week to hang out at some theaters with a friend with whom I feel very free. I cannot wait, and we already have pizza reservations.
So, I don’t have a lot to say about television because my brain is all ate up with the live theater I’ll be feasting my eyes on next week!
TV
Twisted Metal Season 2 (Peacock)
This show has NO BUSINESS being this good. I know I said this when we watched the first season, but, y’all, they nailed the tone so perfectly. The show is a companion piece to the game, and one of the few things Anthony Mackie doesn’t annoy me in.
Los Espookys (HBOMax)
Oh my goddamned goodness, why didn’t I watch this earlier?
Short answer: because I thought it was a spooky show, not a show about people making spooky things. That is a very nuanced thing that really makes a difference to my brain. I have to really be in the mood for something spooky to enjoy it, so I didn’t want to force this, and my brain hates it because it wasn’t the correct time.
Long answer: because I am dumb. (this is the long answer because of all the baggage this entails.)
I LOVE this show, y’all. Like, within the first five minutes (or whenever I met Tati for the first time), I fell in love. Tati is a literal angel, and I feel so much empathy for her and the struggle she represents. Hell, I am a multi-job-haver myself, and I don’t even consider this blog one of those jobs!
I love everyone, even Fred Arminsen, who normally rubs me the wrong way. It’s a show I would file under happy, and I wish there were more of.
Rick and Morty – Season 8 (Hulu)
I know this show on such a deep level, I feel like I can tell what is going on in the lives of the writers based on the stories they are telling.
This mostly comes from my long-time love (unrequited and fictional) love affair with Dan Harmon and his Harmontown podcast.
So watching Rick and Morty feels like hanging out with old friends, even when the episodes are new.
Also, I unapologetically love Jerry Smith now. Yes, I know I got a “Hungry for Apples” tattoo a couple of years ago, but I was still kind of embarrassed about my love for him. No more! Long live Jerry Smith!
The Bear (Hulu)
Yeah, I think this is my favorite season of the entire series. The finale had better nail it, y’all.
Movies
Thunderbolts* (Dinsey +)
This was fine and fun. I dunno what all the hubbalou was about.
Other
BIG BIZ with Client (Big Fun Network on YouTube)
Literally, this has taken the place of Game Changer in my “look forward to” viewing schedule. It feels like controlled chaos, and I am just now realizing that might be my favorite type of entertainment.
Let me meditate on that for a hot minute. I’ll get back to you next week, y’all.
Vic Doesn’t Ask a Single Question (YouTube)
Vic Michaelis is my hero. End transmission.
