Oy, I just used that “royal we,” and I know I am nowhere near the blogger to pull that off. It must take a lot out of the ones who do it well, even brilliantly, since it seems to sometimes kill them off. Nevertheless …
I know there are at least two of you who count on content, some sort of rage or vitriol, and the past couple weeks, I’ve been lacking. Sure, Wednesday may bring a spurt of energy, but it’s that daily flow that really means so much. My excuse this time is that my good friend and I are doing another round of interviews for Gothamist. They’ll run the week of 11/8, and once again, I think we’ve got a really interesting and diverse lineup. And most importantly, I hope we (see, this time I’m actually talking about me and someone else!) haven’t scared any of our interview subjects away with our large number of questions. It’s just that we’re nosy interested, you know?
So with the work for that plus my aforementioned pre-election malaise, it’s been hard to churn out even my regular uninteresting drivel. I promise there will be more next week; maybe even this weekend. Or … next week. For example, John Wells and The West Wing? You’ve got some fucking explaining to do! After I mention that the premiere indicated a turn for the better, you give me that piece of crap episode last week? And you show such disregard and lack of respect to one of your main and most consistently interesting characters to treat him that way? Well fuck you! I wish I could wipe that entire hour from my memory. The show gets one more chance only because I know these first two episodes were really wrap-up for last season and the real storylines for this season come next week. But you’re sure making it a hell of a lot easier for me to find Wednesdays at 9 less competitive than I originally thought, even with Jack & Bobby taking up residence.
Yeah, I guess that wasn’t so hard.
Out of Focus 