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Year 2- Day 75....Rainy
May. 30th, 2021 10:10 pmAnd allegedly cold - because they cranked up the heat, so I'm wearing shorts and sleeveless shirt, with the A/C on. (Annoyed, I wanted to snuggle in sweats and a long t-shirt.)
Been watching television most of the day. After tooling about, finally found something interesting - Amazon Prime's PANIC which is adapted from Lauren Oliver's novel by Lauren Oliver.
Based on Lauren Oliver’s YA novel and developed by the author, Panic is so named for an underground game that takes place in the unappealing hamlet of Carp, Texas, which even the area’s well-off residents are dying to escape. And winning the game of Panic may be the ticket: Every summer, the graduating high school seniors get a chance to compete, which involves a lot of trumped-up yet terrifying dares, like crossing a highway blindfolded, being buried alive in a coffin, or spending the night in an abandoned, reportedly haunted house. It’s not every fictional series that has a “don’t try this at home” disclaimer attached.
I 'd read about it. Didn't expect to like it - but it pulled me. The characters are complicated and compelling. Also the twists are trackable and work. As do the misleads. There multiple mysteries throughout and it works rather well as a mystery thriller. Another layer, is the police who are working to figure it out and stop the game - the police are not written as idiots in this series - nor are the adults. And all of the characters are complicated, every time I think I have one pegged, I realize I'm wrong. It's cast is diverse, and there's some interesting character actors in there - Bonnie Bedelia, Nancy McKeon, and Moira Kelly. Well acted, produced and written. I've spun through seven episodes without realizing it.
Also watched The Friends Reunion - which was odd - because of how much they'd all aged. It was your typical pat on the back thing. But it was pretty clear everyone liked each other. I think Friends was that rare series in which the cast enjoyed working together and pretty much stayed friends throughout. And even thought Anniston and Schwimmer crushed hard on each other at the time - they never hooked up, since they were committed to other relationships - and the timing never worked out. Wise move. The other wise move - was the series focused on the ensemble, and everyone had equal billing. Plus the writers were friends with each other, didn't have huge egos going in, and kept the work environment friendly - with a live audience. Live audiences do help keep folks honest.
I was never fannish about Friends, but I enjoyed it. And watched most of it. But it was never must-see for me, nor did I really relate to the characters all that much. I liked Cheers, Murphy Brown, News Radio, and Fraiser better.
Trying not to dread June which lurks around the corner. I dreaded May. This re-opening is making me edgy. I noticed during the Zoom church streaming, that the soloist was sitting at the piano, singing while the choir director played. As opposed to singing remotely to a pre-recorded piano. Progress, I guess? Also, my brother has house guests this weekend.
Niece is coming down to the city next week for a dental appointment (I'm procrastinating getting one - mainly because I didn't like the previous dentist and have to locate a new one.) But I'm working so can't see her - didn't get enough notice and it would require a lot of logistical maneuvering on my end. She said that was okay - we could see each other in July. I think I'm going to start wandering about more in July. Hoping to start in June - in particular this weekend, but the weather didn't cooperate.
Anyhow, not much to report today. Trying not to worry about my mother - who seems to be forgetting things. While talking on the phone with me this afternoon...
Mother: I can't seem to remember where I put my phone -
ME: Aren't you talking on it?
Mother: Oops. Yes, I am. I keep spacing things lately. Today, I told the home health care worker that I was going to see my father, when I meant my husband.
ME: Look, take care of yourself. I do not need you going down the same road Dad is right now.
Sigh. In 2020, around this time, they were perfectly okay. Now they aren't.
And there's nothing I can do. But occasionally rail at a silent Universe.
Been watching television most of the day. After tooling about, finally found something interesting - Amazon Prime's PANIC which is adapted from Lauren Oliver's novel by Lauren Oliver.
Based on Lauren Oliver’s YA novel and developed by the author, Panic is so named for an underground game that takes place in the unappealing hamlet of Carp, Texas, which even the area’s well-off residents are dying to escape. And winning the game of Panic may be the ticket: Every summer, the graduating high school seniors get a chance to compete, which involves a lot of trumped-up yet terrifying dares, like crossing a highway blindfolded, being buried alive in a coffin, or spending the night in an abandoned, reportedly haunted house. It’s not every fictional series that has a “don’t try this at home” disclaimer attached.
I 'd read about it. Didn't expect to like it - but it pulled me. The characters are complicated and compelling. Also the twists are trackable and work. As do the misleads. There multiple mysteries throughout and it works rather well as a mystery thriller. Another layer, is the police who are working to figure it out and stop the game - the police are not written as idiots in this series - nor are the adults. And all of the characters are complicated, every time I think I have one pegged, I realize I'm wrong. It's cast is diverse, and there's some interesting character actors in there - Bonnie Bedelia, Nancy McKeon, and Moira Kelly. Well acted, produced and written. I've spun through seven episodes without realizing it.
Also watched The Friends Reunion - which was odd - because of how much they'd all aged. It was your typical pat on the back thing. But it was pretty clear everyone liked each other. I think Friends was that rare series in which the cast enjoyed working together and pretty much stayed friends throughout. And even thought Anniston and Schwimmer crushed hard on each other at the time - they never hooked up, since they were committed to other relationships - and the timing never worked out. Wise move. The other wise move - was the series focused on the ensemble, and everyone had equal billing. Plus the writers were friends with each other, didn't have huge egos going in, and kept the work environment friendly - with a live audience. Live audiences do help keep folks honest.
I was never fannish about Friends, but I enjoyed it. And watched most of it. But it was never must-see for me, nor did I really relate to the characters all that much. I liked Cheers, Murphy Brown, News Radio, and Fraiser better.
Trying not to dread June which lurks around the corner. I dreaded May. This re-opening is making me edgy. I noticed during the Zoom church streaming, that the soloist was sitting at the piano, singing while the choir director played. As opposed to singing remotely to a pre-recorded piano. Progress, I guess? Also, my brother has house guests this weekend.
Niece is coming down to the city next week for a dental appointment (I'm procrastinating getting one - mainly because I didn't like the previous dentist and have to locate a new one.) But I'm working so can't see her - didn't get enough notice and it would require a lot of logistical maneuvering on my end. She said that was okay - we could see each other in July. I think I'm going to start wandering about more in July. Hoping to start in June - in particular this weekend, but the weather didn't cooperate.
Anyhow, not much to report today. Trying not to worry about my mother - who seems to be forgetting things. While talking on the phone with me this afternoon...
Mother: I can't seem to remember where I put my phone -
ME: Aren't you talking on it?
Mother: Oops. Yes, I am. I keep spacing things lately. Today, I told the home health care worker that I was going to see my father, when I meant my husband.
ME: Look, take care of yourself. I do not need you going down the same road Dad is right now.
Sigh. In 2020, around this time, they were perfectly okay. Now they aren't.
And there's nothing I can do. But occasionally rail at a silent Universe.