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Sep. 28th, 2010 07:12 pmWatching Undercovers and after about five minutes started wandering about, sat down, tried to watch, flipped through a magazine, and now I'm on the internet. In short, it's not holding my attention. Poorly written, rehashed plots, pretty actors but uninteresting and somewhat cliche characters. Shame considering the pedigree, also the fact that we finally have two leads that are African-American black (one is British and the other German, no American or African in the mix), even if they look like they stepped off the pages of Vanity Fair and GQ. What we need is a bit of conflict and there is none. Well outside of the whole spy thing...which seems to be more of background than anything else.
To be fair, Chuck's premiere didn't really hold my attention either. So this may well be a mood thing.
Had a mini-panic attack at work. In which I was overwhelmed with questions and problems that I did not know the answer to. But did figure them out by the end of day. Whew. Between all the contradicting procedures, the people whose communication skills hail back to the dark ages (I blame text messaging and blackberries), and the math...there are days in which I wonder what the frell I'm doing. That said, as I commented to a co-worker on the way out of the building - the nice thing about working in our building is you can't feel sorry for yourself to long without running into someone who is so much worse off than you are. On the journey down the elevator, we listened to an old woman, who was dishelved, possibly homeless, on meds, who goes to transistional services each day commiserating with a guy who was in more or less the same boat...about how some people had it easy, had easy lives, and she just had to deal with the fact that she had a difficult life and make the most of it, one day at a time. All I have to do is enter and leave the elevator in my building to realize how lucky and privileged I am. And feel incredibly guilty for not doing more to make life more pleasant for others.
Having watched four-five of the new shows now, I can state that only Terriers, Raising Hope, and The Event have stuck with me or were compelling in any way. The others...sigh, not so much.
Also is it just me or are there far too many tv shows on and 85% of them appear to be carbon copies of each other. Probably just me.
Bit cranky. Tis that time of month - yet again, in which I feel caught between the overwhelming urge to claw my way out of my own skin (slept horribly last night - could not relax, mind and body raging), and the desire to crawl into a hole. So apologies ahead of time for any more than usual snarky comments or argumentative responses. It's during this time - that I really need to stay off long. Although been a bit irritable most of this month for some reason - work is difficult and I can't quite seem to find the balance between work and play. Plus my writing appears to be suffering...I'm always crankier when I'm not writing. And haven't for quite some time. By writing I don't mean blogging, they aren't quite the same thing. Although admittedly they appear to be.
To be fair, Chuck's premiere didn't really hold my attention either. So this may well be a mood thing.
Had a mini-panic attack at work. In which I was overwhelmed with questions and problems that I did not know the answer to. But did figure them out by the end of day. Whew. Between all the contradicting procedures, the people whose communication skills hail back to the dark ages (I blame text messaging and blackberries), and the math...there are days in which I wonder what the frell I'm doing. That said, as I commented to a co-worker on the way out of the building - the nice thing about working in our building is you can't feel sorry for yourself to long without running into someone who is so much worse off than you are. On the journey down the elevator, we listened to an old woman, who was dishelved, possibly homeless, on meds, who goes to transistional services each day commiserating with a guy who was in more or less the same boat...about how some people had it easy, had easy lives, and she just had to deal with the fact that she had a difficult life and make the most of it, one day at a time. All I have to do is enter and leave the elevator in my building to realize how lucky and privileged I am. And feel incredibly guilty for not doing more to make life more pleasant for others.
Having watched four-five of the new shows now, I can state that only Terriers, Raising Hope, and The Event have stuck with me or were compelling in any way. The others...sigh, not so much.
Also is it just me or are there far too many tv shows on and 85% of them appear to be carbon copies of each other. Probably just me.
Bit cranky. Tis that time of month - yet again, in which I feel caught between the overwhelming urge to claw my way out of my own skin (slept horribly last night - could not relax, mind and body raging), and the desire to crawl into a hole. So apologies ahead of time for any more than usual snarky comments or argumentative responses. It's during this time - that I really need to stay off long. Although been a bit irritable most of this month for some reason - work is difficult and I can't quite seem to find the balance between work and play. Plus my writing appears to be suffering...I'm always crankier when I'm not writing. And haven't for quite some time. By writing I don't mean blogging, they aren't quite the same thing. Although admittedly they appear to be.
