I don’t write about the television shows I am enjoying as much as I would like. Here’s a brief rundown of everything I am bouncing between right now:
Thus far, Sharp Objects has been fantastic. It reminds me of the first season of True Detective though far less driven by a male point-of-view. Amy Adams and everyone surrounding her do a great job portraying small town damaged people
My only complaint is that it can be a difficult show to watch. I may look forward to seeing it every week, but unlike other shows, I don’t jump for joy at the thought of seeing it. The subject matter is not for the feint of heart and some days I need a downbeat far less than I need an upbeat.
I love Timothy Olyphant, especially when I was watching Justified most every week. He has a great look and charm, but also a quiet intensity. For one reason or another, I never watched Deadwood when it was on or in the decade plus since it went off the air.
Diane and I are only a few episodes in but so far so good. I enjoy hearing “cocksucker” or some variation every other sentence.
Better Call Saul
I “met” Bob Odenkirk once. When I was living in Illinois, I was a teller at the bank his mom uses. One day, she brought in her son Bob and I couldn’t find the will to say anything to him. I regret it but knowing someone as famous as Bob Odenkirk still finds time to go with his mom to the bank is more than enough to make me a fan for life.
Also, Better Call Saul is fantastic and far better than Breaking Bad which was already perfect.
I am just starting this anime. It is weird but I love the feel of it so far. Anime and boxing are also like a drug for me. Hajime No Ippo proved it is a winning formula and I am always open to “more of that”.
The Golden Girls
This isn’t some ironic watch. I am a huge fan. I have two Golden Girls t-shirts that I sleep in. Sometimes when I am lazy I wear it out for errands and I get compliments from people even younger than me. I think nostalgia must extend to people with no familiarity with something other than other people being nostalgic for it. It’s like hipster hive mind.
My love for the Golden Girls is sincere. My mother would tape her soaps (soap operas) and watch them at night while knitting. I would sometimes wander out of bed and fall asleep in her lap. She didn’t want to be distracted from her tapes, so she’d turn it off and usually it would be time for Golden Girls reruns on Lifetime.
I dunno how she would feel about me admitting she let me watch it at such a young age. But the Golden Girls is a reminder of a time when I was still able to curl up in my mother’s lap and fall back asleep. I miss her dearly some days more than others but I still have Golden Girls to watch when I want to slip back into the past. The fact that I learned that Blanche is a slut and how funny that is at age 7 never stopped me from being a productive, functioning human being either.
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