The trip home from Arkansas was almost more exciting than it needed to be: a nasty ice/snow storm swept up through the middle of the country in the middle of the week. It looked like it wasn't causing any trouble right up until I checked my mail before walking out the door to go to Memphis, and discovered that my flight to Chicago had been cancelled. Some scrambling on the computer and sitting on hold with United revealed that, to replace MEM-ORD-YVR (8 PM), they'd routed me MEM-HOU-SFO-overnight-YVR (11 AM). Luckily Dad was able to get through and convince them to fly me MEM-DEN-YVR (9 PM) instead. I'm sure San Francisco is a much better city to unexpectedly spend the night in than LA but I would rather not find out.
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sorcyress we watched The Middleman over the past few weeks. It took a few episodes to grown on us but by the time we started the third disc (of three) we'd reached the point of being very sad that there isn't any more. It's nominally a superhero show (with a superhero who appears to be channeling Benton Fraser) that mixes unexpected pop-culture references and millenialist ironic detachment with enough earnestness and genuine humor ("Guy I Don't Know, you're starting to sound like Guy I've Known My Whole Life") that it doesn't grate. Its sensibility reminds me of Wonderfalls, a similarly doomed one-season show... but I think Middleman did what it set out to better and more coherently than Wonderfalls.
Still feeling wrung out and dull. Not sure what it'll take to shake me out of this. Hopefully spending next week in Mexico with sunlight, neat people, and no work will do the trick.
On the recommendation of
sorcyress we watched The Middleman over the past few weeks. It took a few episodes to grown on us but by the time we started the third disc (of three) we'd reached the point of being very sad that there isn't any more. It's nominally a superhero show (with a superhero who appears to be channeling Benton Fraser) that mixes unexpected pop-culture references and millenialist ironic detachment with enough earnestness and genuine humor ("Guy I Don't Know, you're starting to sound like Guy I've Known My Whole Life") that it doesn't grate. Its sensibility reminds me of Wonderfalls, a similarly doomed one-season show... but I think Middleman did what it set out to better and more coherently than Wonderfalls.Still feeling wrung out and dull. Not sure what it'll take to shake me out of this. Hopefully spending next week in Mexico with sunlight, neat people, and no work will do the trick.