Day 18. 45 pages, 20,055 words.
I’ve got nothing for this weekend. I’ve got to mow the lawn because it’s severely overdue. I think we’re going to a market of some sort. And my hair is just a disgrace. A disgrace. It’s been a long week.
So anyway, I’m pre-writing this. But I’ve got nothing.
What’s been happening lately? Well, Wump got herself a mobile phone, because she’s going to be commuting to school and we want to keep in touch with her. That’s been exciting.
We went out to dinner last night with my grandmother-in-law and uncle-in-law, to celebrate the former’s 90th birthday.
Oh, and we’re watching GLOW on Netflix. So far it’s equal parts uncomfortable and clever, although I can’t help but think the lazy sexist tropes of the ’80s are pretty low-hanging fruit when it comes to writing strong female characters for TV. Still, it’s interesting and there are some cool concepts in there, so I guess we’ll keep watching it.
Just grabbed a DVD copy of the new Jumanji (and already watched it, Wump still enjoyed it and as I’ve said it was a fun movie), and a blu-ray special edition of Black Panther. Yay!
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
I really liked Glow. It takes a while to get going (the first five episodes can be meandering), but when it does pick up, it’s a lot of fun. Season 2 was just pure joy from beginning to end.
Alright, we’ll stick with it. After we’ve watched Brooklyn 99 from beginning to end.
That’s a good choice as well. Surprisingly wholesome comedy.
I’m so glad “Cool Guys Don’t Look At Explosions” and the Old Spice commercials were mashed together into a TV series.