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shadowkat1. I appear to have been on completely different wave-lengths with people lately. So different, that it is amazing that we are communicating at all. Oh well.
Wales and I both wimped out on the movie bit this weekend, but never fear -- we'll probably do it next weekend. Parasite is coming back to the Cobble Hill Theater on January 17.
Wales: I want to ride on a roller-coaster. But don't know of one near-by.
Me: Coney Island?
Wales: It's not open until the summer.
Me: Well, there are indoor ones in Jersey and the Poconos or so I'm told.
Wales: I'll just have to hunt for one.
Me: Finding one may not be the problem -- it's getting to one.
Wales: New York is impossible -- it's so much easier to get out of Kansas City, just hop in a car and go.
ME: While all you have to do in New York is hop on any number of trains or buses, and there you are. No bloody car required.
Wales: Yeah, I guess, I just miss driving.
Me: You realize you're complaining to the wrong person about this -- right?
Wales: Yeah, I know -- you hate driving.
Me: Yep.
Unless you understand my complete dislike for driving, you probably won't understand my lifestyle choices at all. The people who have known me a long long time, get it.
I don't drive. And if I can avoid it, I don't take cars anywhere.
2. Wandered about today.
Went to church...which well...let's just say it's about as close to an agnostic church as one can get without becoming cultural humanist.
It was an interesting service. Today was Jazz Service -- they basically played African Spirituals with a Jazz accompaniment. You have not heard the song "Go Down Moses...Way Down in Egypt Land, Tell Old Pharaoh, Let My People Go" until you've heard it with a jazz accompaniment. (As an aside, I love the spell check device, because I can't spell "accompaniment" to save my life. Can't spell Pharaoh either.)
And we got the Exodus story -- yet another version of it. It was an interactive version with kids taking various roles in it. Very cute and kind of funny watching the kids run around the church pretending to be chased by the Egyptians.
My church is nothing if not charmingly irreverent. So irreverent that they applaud after the musical numbers, at one point they gave a standing ovation, and applaud sermons.
But as I told the guy next to me, who was born Baptist, I left my previous church (Catholic) because I refused to go to a church that wasn't inclusive. He felt the same way. If you aren't inclusive -- count me out. No support from me. That goes for pretty much everything. One of the reasons I live in NYC -- it's inclusive. We even have homeless people.
Mother: So we've been planning our funeral -- but we have a problem, all the readings have to be done by Catholics. And well..
Me: That's incredibly morbid. I don't want to hear about this.
Mother: And everyone in our family except one person isn't Catholic.
Me: Yes, well...
Mother: OTOH, it may be a good thing. We've been told its not a good idea to ask our kids to do the readings, they may have troubles getting through them.
Me: True. I can promise you right now, I'm going to be wreck. There's no way I'll be able to a do a reading without sobbing during it. I couldn't make it through the reading I did for my grandmother. I tried...but not possible. I cry. It's a thing.
Mother: Yeah, I get that.
Me: You're as bad as MD, she was planning the music for her funeral. I prefer not to think about it. Besides, you'll be dead, why do you care?
Anyhow, after church -- I walked to the promenade and almost got blown over -- it's incredibly windy on the promenade. So walked back to the sidestreets and meandered down to the grocery store, bought stuff, and past the movie theater (note Doctor Doolittle and Parasite were popping up next week -- both movies, I wouldn't mind seeing for different reasons. Robert Downy Jr stars in Doolittle -- and I'd watch that man read the phone book.) And then past Farmer's Market -- where I picked up jersueleum artichcokes and handmade Korean Soy Sauce from a Korean Farmer. (I love New York).
Home. Talked to Wales (see above). She calls me, only to tell me that she has to run off to do errands. I'm thinking, okay, why bother calling me? Run the errands first.
But I didn't say that.
I took another walk and bought more stuff. This time around Ditmass (which basically looks like Greenwhich, Connetitcut or a very nice upscale neighborhood with old trees, gardens and little paved yards and wrap-around verandas...yet in the middle of the city. It's kind of jarring, but in a good way.
Then home. I love where I live. It's convienent, not overly expensive, and pretty.
I don't want to live anywhere else. Besides wherever you go there you are. (Basically you can never leave yourself behind.)
3. Still watching Emergence -- anyone else still watching Emergence? It's gotten better...and there's about two or three episodes before Season finale. Remember when all these series ended in May? Well, those days are gone. Now we have series ending in January and news starting up in January and February.
Emergence didn't have that many episodes ordered apparently. My gut says it won't see a second season, but I could be wrong.
It's gotten kind of convoluted plot-wise. And I still like the cast. But I'm not sure the plot works.
4. I'm thinking of giving up on the Romance Genre. It's becoming tiresome. I'm beginning to need more than...I think he loves me, I think she loves me...oh this is impossible, oh maybe not...oh, oh...lots of hot and somewhat ridiculous sex...maybe he loves me, maybe she loves me...more sex...conflict about either a nasty former suitor, brother, father, etc...misunderstanding...he/she doesn't love me how can they!...forgiveness...maybe they do?...hot sex...I love you, I love you...resolved with either a baby or a wedding, the end.
Wales and I both wimped out on the movie bit this weekend, but never fear -- we'll probably do it next weekend. Parasite is coming back to the Cobble Hill Theater on January 17.
Wales: I want to ride on a roller-coaster. But don't know of one near-by.
Me: Coney Island?
Wales: It's not open until the summer.
Me: Well, there are indoor ones in Jersey and the Poconos or so I'm told.
Wales: I'll just have to hunt for one.
Me: Finding one may not be the problem -- it's getting to one.
Wales: New York is impossible -- it's so much easier to get out of Kansas City, just hop in a car and go.
ME: While all you have to do in New York is hop on any number of trains or buses, and there you are. No bloody car required.
Wales: Yeah, I guess, I just miss driving.
Me: You realize you're complaining to the wrong person about this -- right?
Wales: Yeah, I know -- you hate driving.
Me: Yep.
Unless you understand my complete dislike for driving, you probably won't understand my lifestyle choices at all. The people who have known me a long long time, get it.
I don't drive. And if I can avoid it, I don't take cars anywhere.
2. Wandered about today.
Went to church...which well...let's just say it's about as close to an agnostic church as one can get without becoming cultural humanist.
It was an interesting service. Today was Jazz Service -- they basically played African Spirituals with a Jazz accompaniment. You have not heard the song "Go Down Moses...Way Down in Egypt Land, Tell Old Pharaoh, Let My People Go" until you've heard it with a jazz accompaniment. (As an aside, I love the spell check device, because I can't spell "accompaniment" to save my life. Can't spell Pharaoh either.)
And we got the Exodus story -- yet another version of it. It was an interactive version with kids taking various roles in it. Very cute and kind of funny watching the kids run around the church pretending to be chased by the Egyptians.
My church is nothing if not charmingly irreverent. So irreverent that they applaud after the musical numbers, at one point they gave a standing ovation, and applaud sermons.
But as I told the guy next to me, who was born Baptist, I left my previous church (Catholic) because I refused to go to a church that wasn't inclusive. He felt the same way. If you aren't inclusive -- count me out. No support from me. That goes for pretty much everything. One of the reasons I live in NYC -- it's inclusive. We even have homeless people.
Mother: So we've been planning our funeral -- but we have a problem, all the readings have to be done by Catholics. And well..
Me: That's incredibly morbid. I don't want to hear about this.
Mother: And everyone in our family except one person isn't Catholic.
Me: Yes, well...
Mother: OTOH, it may be a good thing. We've been told its not a good idea to ask our kids to do the readings, they may have troubles getting through them.
Me: True. I can promise you right now, I'm going to be wreck. There's no way I'll be able to a do a reading without sobbing during it. I couldn't make it through the reading I did for my grandmother. I tried...but not possible. I cry. It's a thing.
Mother: Yeah, I get that.
Me: You're as bad as MD, she was planning the music for her funeral. I prefer not to think about it. Besides, you'll be dead, why do you care?
Anyhow, after church -- I walked to the promenade and almost got blown over -- it's incredibly windy on the promenade. So walked back to the sidestreets and meandered down to the grocery store, bought stuff, and past the movie theater (note Doctor Doolittle and Parasite were popping up next week -- both movies, I wouldn't mind seeing for different reasons. Robert Downy Jr stars in Doolittle -- and I'd watch that man read the phone book.) And then past Farmer's Market -- where I picked up jersueleum artichcokes and handmade Korean Soy Sauce from a Korean Farmer. (I love New York).
Home. Talked to Wales (see above). She calls me, only to tell me that she has to run off to do errands. I'm thinking, okay, why bother calling me? Run the errands first.
But I didn't say that.
I took another walk and bought more stuff. This time around Ditmass (which basically looks like Greenwhich, Connetitcut or a very nice upscale neighborhood with old trees, gardens and little paved yards and wrap-around verandas...yet in the middle of the city. It's kind of jarring, but in a good way.
Then home. I love where I live. It's convienent, not overly expensive, and pretty.
I don't want to live anywhere else. Besides wherever you go there you are. (Basically you can never leave yourself behind.)
3. Still watching Emergence -- anyone else still watching Emergence? It's gotten better...and there's about two or three episodes before Season finale. Remember when all these series ended in May? Well, those days are gone. Now we have series ending in January and news starting up in January and February.
Emergence didn't have that many episodes ordered apparently. My gut says it won't see a second season, but I could be wrong.
It's gotten kind of convoluted plot-wise. And I still like the cast. But I'm not sure the plot works.
4. I'm thinking of giving up on the Romance Genre. It's becoming tiresome. I'm beginning to need more than...I think he loves me, I think she loves me...oh this is impossible, oh maybe not...oh, oh...lots of hot and somewhat ridiculous sex...maybe he loves me, maybe she loves me...more sex...conflict about either a nasty former suitor, brother, father, etc...misunderstanding...he/she doesn't love me how can they!...forgiveness...maybe they do?...hot sex...I love you, I love you...resolved with either a baby or a wedding, the end.
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Date: 2020-01-13 01:41 pm (UTC)Oh my God, Jo's mother will be Emergence's version of the Borg Queen. Sadly, I think that's something this show would do.
Certainly fits with the whole mother thematic going on. Either that or she's Emily's mother who made a quick appearance and disappeared.
And yes, Manifest got renewed. Somehow. We are still watching. But at this point, my wife has transitioned from a) intrigued by the puzzle box mystery; to b) irritated by the puzzle; to c) bored by the characters; and finally to d) actively hating the characters. She wants to shoot the police detective who's all over Michaela--and she doesn't even LIKE Michaela.
Apparently it had great Nielsen ratings last season. (shrugs). I doubt it'll get a third season. Co=-worker who loved it the first half of last year, stopped watching it. His wife hates it. And well, I've lost interest as well. I don't feel compelled to watch the next episode. And like you said there's only so much room on the DVR. I agree with your wife -- I went from the point of finding the narrative structure//puzzle and the characters intriguing to just being annoyed and irritated with the whole thing.
They really need to stop approving these convoluted sci-fi shows...