Saturday, March 28, 2020
TV Roundup
Since I'm not, you know, leaving the house except to go to the grocery store once a week, I don't have a lot to report. I have, however, been watching an insane amount of television. And crafting, of course, but that isn't quite as much of a conversation starter. Here's what we're watching these days:
Westworld. I'm actually super pissed at this show that it only gives us, like, eight episodes every year and a half or so. I feel like they should really be able to build actual functioning humanoid robots in that time. But I enjoy what we get, generally. They don't seem to be going for crazy twists every five minutes or so now, which is kind of a relief. It's not like they have M. Night Shyamalan on staff, after all.
The Plot Against America. More David Simon is always good. I'm not actually a huge Philip Roth fan, but I actually just learned from googling how to spell his name that he's dead, and I'm sorry about that. So far, it's kind of a chilling story which I wish had less contemporary resonance. And more nudity, of course.
Vanderpump Rules. What needs to be said? Jax and Brittany are finally married, after what seemed like six years of lead-up, and now we can get back to the business of people drunkenly screaming at one another.
Schitt's Creek. Only two episodes left! It's going to be hard to say goodbye to this one. Catherine O'Hara is a national treasure. The nation in question is Canada, but still.
Top Chef. The best thing about this show is how it generally manages to take long enough in between seasons that you actually are ready for it to come back. It's making me sad to remember how we all used to be able to go out and eat at places, though.
Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I held out on this one for a long time because Andy Samberg irritates me, and that hasn't changed, but the writing is really funny, and don't we all need to laugh right now? In between long, lingering hand sanitizing sessions, that is.
Since I'm not, you know, leaving the house except to go to the grocery store once a week, I don't have a lot to report. I have, however, been watching an insane amount of television. And crafting, of course, but that isn't quite as much of a conversation starter. Here's what we're watching these days:
Westworld. I'm actually super pissed at this show that it only gives us, like, eight episodes every year and a half or so. I feel like they should really be able to build actual functioning humanoid robots in that time. But I enjoy what we get, generally. They don't seem to be going for crazy twists every five minutes or so now, which is kind of a relief. It's not like they have M. Night Shyamalan on staff, after all.
The Plot Against America. More David Simon is always good. I'm not actually a huge Philip Roth fan, but I actually just learned from googling how to spell his name that he's dead, and I'm sorry about that. So far, it's kind of a chilling story which I wish had less contemporary resonance. And more nudity, of course.
Vanderpump Rules. What needs to be said? Jax and Brittany are finally married, after what seemed like six years of lead-up, and now we can get back to the business of people drunkenly screaming at one another.
Schitt's Creek. Only two episodes left! It's going to be hard to say goodbye to this one. Catherine O'Hara is a national treasure. The nation in question is Canada, but still.
Top Chef. The best thing about this show is how it generally manages to take long enough in between seasons that you actually are ready for it to come back. It's making me sad to remember how we all used to be able to go out and eat at places, though.
Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I held out on this one for a long time because Andy Samberg irritates me, and that hasn't changed, but the writing is really funny, and don't we all need to laugh right now? In between long, lingering hand sanitizing sessions, that is.
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Love in the Time of Corona
Let me start off by saying that we are very lucky. My work is not at all impacted by the virus -- I'm doing the same types of tasks for the same clients, just from my house and often in sweatpants. So far, Ian's work is continuing pretty much the same as well, although without the free breakfasts that usually make me so jealous. With so many people's jobs just kind of disappearing with the daily commute, we are definitely fortunate to just be trying to figure out how to access the T: drive remotely because we know we saved those exhibits somewhere.
It is weird, though, to lose most forms of human interaction. As much as I hate people rubbing up against me on the train, it does remind me that I live in a society, albeit a sometimes crappy one. Stale though the wit of co-workers may sometimes be, it is nice to have them there when you want to take ten minutes to complain about your client or gossip about the legal assistant who typed all the email addresses as "dot corns." And how much do I miss going down to the office kitchen to get a free Diet Coke or bag of Funyuns?
At the same time, I am getting up an hour later every day now that I don't have a commute and can't go to the gym. And I can flip on the TV can catch up on the latest in ten-year-old Law & Order:SVUs during my lunch break. Not to mention random breaks to pet the dog; try doing that with a paralegal and you'll end up getting sued.
Let me start off by saying that we are very lucky. My work is not at all impacted by the virus -- I'm doing the same types of tasks for the same clients, just from my house and often in sweatpants. So far, Ian's work is continuing pretty much the same as well, although without the free breakfasts that usually make me so jealous. With so many people's jobs just kind of disappearing with the daily commute, we are definitely fortunate to just be trying to figure out how to access the T: drive remotely because we know we saved those exhibits somewhere.
It is weird, though, to lose most forms of human interaction. As much as I hate people rubbing up against me on the train, it does remind me that I live in a society, albeit a sometimes crappy one. Stale though the wit of co-workers may sometimes be, it is nice to have them there when you want to take ten minutes to complain about your client or gossip about the legal assistant who typed all the email addresses as "dot corns." And how much do I miss going down to the office kitchen to get a free Diet Coke or bag of Funyuns?
At the same time, I am getting up an hour later every day now that I don't have a commute and can't go to the gym. And I can flip on the TV can catch up on the latest in ten-year-old Law & Order:SVUs during my lunch break. Not to mention random breaks to pet the dog; try doing that with a paralegal and you'll end up getting sued.
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Going Viral
How ‘bout that Coronavirus, huh?
It’s been so strange watching the general public sentiment going from general denial to sudden panic to post-apocalyptic hoarding in a matter of days. I’ve long been fairly germaphobic, but if I do say so myself in a pretty grounded way that recognizes, for instance, that having a garage full of toilet paper won’t do anything to prevent the spread of germs. So I wash my hands, sanitize, and don’t go to work when I’m sick. Rarely, if ever, do I beat up an Asian-American as part of my health strategy.
My work officially ordered us to stay home starting tomorrow, as did Ian’s, so I’m guessing we’ll be at full on murder suicide level by, say, Tuesday. There are only so many Netflix series you can binge, you know? Add an incontinent beagle and a crashing stock market into the mix, and it’s bound to be hours of family fun.
My show has also been cancelled, btw, in case you actually make plans based on what you read here. It’s in good company with, you know, everything else. Oh, and I nearly got shivved in the grocery store today over a can of Cambpell’s Chunky. So America is Great Again! Mission Accomplished!
How ‘bout that Coronavirus, huh?
It’s been so strange watching the general public sentiment going from general denial to sudden panic to post-apocalyptic hoarding in a matter of days. I’ve long been fairly germaphobic, but if I do say so myself in a pretty grounded way that recognizes, for instance, that having a garage full of toilet paper won’t do anything to prevent the spread of germs. So I wash my hands, sanitize, and don’t go to work when I’m sick. Rarely, if ever, do I beat up an Asian-American as part of my health strategy.
My work officially ordered us to stay home starting tomorrow, as did Ian’s, so I’m guessing we’ll be at full on murder suicide level by, say, Tuesday. There are only so many Netflix series you can binge, you know? Add an incontinent beagle and a crashing stock market into the mix, and it’s bound to be hours of family fun.
My show has also been cancelled, btw, in case you actually make plans based on what you read here. It’s in good company with, you know, everything else. Oh, and I nearly got shivved in the grocery store today over a can of Cambpell’s Chunky. So America is Great Again! Mission Accomplished!
Sunday, March 01, 2020
Coming Soon to a Theater That May or May Not Be Near You!
I forgot to mention that I'm doing a show, assuming that we're not all quarantined to avoid coronavirus. This one is kind of different from my usual productions, too, in that it is mostly me. And about me! I'll be telling the thrilling story of my legendary amateur performance career in a series of song parodies and mostly-true anecdotes. Roles ranging from non-racist first grade George Washington on a cardboard horse to embarrassed-looking fortysomething playing a gay caricature will be covered. And there will be special guest stars!
Isn't photoshop so much fun?
No photoshop here, folks -- that's my honest to god sparkly hat.
Reservations are available at http://davenportspianobar.com/
I forgot to mention that I'm doing a show, assuming that we're not all quarantined to avoid coronavirus. This one is kind of different from my usual productions, too, in that it is mostly me. And about me! I'll be telling the thrilling story of my legendary amateur performance career in a series of song parodies and mostly-true anecdotes. Roles ranging from non-racist first grade George Washington on a cardboard horse to embarrassed-looking fortysomething playing a gay caricature will be covered. And there will be special guest stars!
Isn't photoshop so much fun?
No photoshop here, folks -- that's my honest to god sparkly hat.
Reservations are available at http://davenportspianobar.com/
