In the past 48 hours I have had the uncanny luck of catchy two random summons of art history. It’s a cheap shot, but the first encounter was pretty lame. I won’t get into the chain of events that led to When in Rome (2010) appearing on my DVR, but it was there and I watched it. I actually find Kristen Bell kind of endearing. That is until this scene.
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but for the past two weeks I’ve been religiously watching Grey’s Anatomy. Even though he’s a deplorable person, I couldn’t bear to watch the show once Preston Burke left. But curiosity got the best of me and I’ve been cramming in the past four seasons into every free bit of my waking life.
Netflix has made many enemies recently. I reserve my rage for Time Warner and their bogus $70/month for mediocre non-premium channel cable. Which, like a sucker, I paid for nearly two years. Seeking out greener pastures I transferred my TV-viewing affections to Apple TV+Netflix and haven’t looked back. Especially since Netflix has been essential to my Skins obsession. Continue reading
The past couple of weeks have me ruminating on one of my favorite subjects: the British. Continue reading