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May. 8th, 2016 07:02 pm1. A fond farewell tonight, to the best network television series in years, and amongst the few that managed to deliver smart and witty dialogue, week in and week out, without graphic violence or primarily male white male leads, proving it could be done - and yes, I'm talking about The Good Wife.
Unlike Scandal and other shows, it rarely resorted to violence to prove its points. Also, it delivered 22-23 episodes a year, more episodes than Game of Thrones, House of Cards, Breaking Bad, Justified, or any cable series. Yet still maintained a high level of quality in its writing for the most part. Granted it was uneven at times, but so too were the series I listed above, having seen all but House of Cards. It is impossible not to have less-than-stellar episodes. Actors come and go.
And the schedule is painful, particularly for broadcast television. Think what it would be like if you had to deliver a finished 50-100 page script each week? And do it within 24 hours? Sometimes less.
And...know over 1 million people would be watching and critiquing the final product?
2. An alarm is going off in the distance. I don't know why. It is annoying. But it is a beautiful day today. The sky is blue with puffy white clouds floating through it. Green leafy trees. And sparkling sunshine. We haven't seen the sun in days, it feels longer. And I need sun, which is why I can't live in the Pacific Northwest. Also suffer from seasonal depression, the deprivation of sunshine slowly grates. The air feels crisp, but not too cold. For once, no radiators hissing to life.
And sunlight is filtering in through my windows stroking the flow arrangement in one of them.
Saw a mouse last night, while I was typing away on my lj. It was small and brown with a tail. I let out a loud squeak, sending it scurring back to my hall closet. This morning I baited two mouse traps with cheese and planted them in the closet and kitchen. We'll see if this works. The steel wool apparently isn't working as a preventative any longer. I don't really mind mice, I just don't want them in my apartment, startling me. If they stayed out of sight...and I didn't know they existed, it would be fine. And no, I'm not sure I'm up to taking care of the cat. Still having issues motivating myself to buy and put together book cases.
3. Did some free-flow writing yesterday, long hand in a lined journal, using a purple pen. Not sure if it will go anywhere. But it was freeing in a way. Sometimes it is easier to write when no one is watching, if that makes sense? Writing online makes me weirdly self-conscious.
Unlike Scandal and other shows, it rarely resorted to violence to prove its points. Also, it delivered 22-23 episodes a year, more episodes than Game of Thrones, House of Cards, Breaking Bad, Justified, or any cable series. Yet still maintained a high level of quality in its writing for the most part. Granted it was uneven at times, but so too were the series I listed above, having seen all but House of Cards. It is impossible not to have less-than-stellar episodes. Actors come and go.
And the schedule is painful, particularly for broadcast television. Think what it would be like if you had to deliver a finished 50-100 page script each week? And do it within 24 hours? Sometimes less.
And...know over 1 million people would be watching and critiquing the final product?
2. An alarm is going off in the distance. I don't know why. It is annoying. But it is a beautiful day today. The sky is blue with puffy white clouds floating through it. Green leafy trees. And sparkling sunshine. We haven't seen the sun in days, it feels longer. And I need sun, which is why I can't live in the Pacific Northwest. Also suffer from seasonal depression, the deprivation of sunshine slowly grates. The air feels crisp, but not too cold. For once, no radiators hissing to life.
And sunlight is filtering in through my windows stroking the flow arrangement in one of them.
Saw a mouse last night, while I was typing away on my lj. It was small and brown with a tail. I let out a loud squeak, sending it scurring back to my hall closet. This morning I baited two mouse traps with cheese and planted them in the closet and kitchen. We'll see if this works. The steel wool apparently isn't working as a preventative any longer. I don't really mind mice, I just don't want them in my apartment, startling me. If they stayed out of sight...and I didn't know they existed, it would be fine. And no, I'm not sure I'm up to taking care of the cat. Still having issues motivating myself to buy and put together book cases.
3. Did some free-flow writing yesterday, long hand in a lined journal, using a purple pen. Not sure if it will go anywhere. But it was freeing in a way. Sometimes it is easier to write when no one is watching, if that makes sense? Writing online makes me weirdly self-conscious.