Years ago, out to lunch with one of my best friends, he made an observation, “You know, I think you’d be happy never getting married. You’re comfortable on your own. You don’t need someone else to enjoy life. But if you get married, I think you’ll marry a single mother. Lots of guys wouldn’t. Lots of people avoid dating single parents. But you don’t. You’re good with kids. You love kids and you’d love her kids, which would be great for everyone.” While this friend knew me better than most (at the time, we’ve lost touch a bit), he rarely weighed in on my personal life. So it was unexpected but I didn’t disagree. It felt authentic. Still, I’d’ve never guessed this would be a bridge to see a little of myself in the Joker :8. Gah! The Clown Prince of Crime. The Harlequin of Hate. The Jester of Genocide. The King of Arkham Asylum. This is the guy – thanks to HBO Max’s mind-bendingly brilliant and sensationally subversive Harley Quinn – I’m now empathizing with?? Color me surprised.
Impressions of the First Doctor – A Journey Through All 695 Episodes of Classic Doctor Who
It was only a matter of time. I love Doctor Who and the show means too much to me (not to mention how my crazy completist mind works XD) to not go back to the very beginning and watch its original 1963-89 run. The timing was motivated, in part, by continued pandemic life leading to much more time at home…but I was always heading here. At first I was hesitant to get another streaming service but I realized I’d be watching 695 episodes of classic Doctor Who. I’ve not watched 695 things on Netflix if you add up everything I’ve ever seen on it and I’ve had it for years. I’ve not watched 300 things on Netflix! Nor Hulu. Nor Disney+. Nor HBO Max. So 695 episodes of Doctor Who means I’m getting more for my money with BritBox than any service! To commemorate such an undertaking, I felt a series of impressionistic pieces as I met each Doctor was apropos. Naturally, I began at the beginning with William Hartnell, whose run as the Doctor went from 23 November 1963 to 29 October 1966.
Netflix, Amazon, Hulu…And My Exhaustion With Streaming Shows
To be upfront at the start, this is going to be a First World Problem lamentation. But it’s been on my mind a lot lately and two factors – the sitcom Scrubs and a recent conversation with Jeff – have led me to finally write this post. So here it is folks, we live in an age where (for those of us with the means and possibility of access) we have thousands of shows and thousands of movies available to be streamed whenever our little hearts’ desire…and I’m kind of exhausted by it all. I am. More and more I find myself missing the “old days,” when a TV show was on once a week and you either saw it, caught it in reruns, or it was forever lost to you. Sure, I missed a lot. But what I caught I caught because I loved it. Continue reading