When I fell in my driveway today, I didn’t bother looking to check whether anyone saw; it’s a busy street and if dog-walkers and stroller-pushers somehow missed that special moment, neighboring porch cams might’ve still preserved it for all eternity (or until it’s auto-deleted from the cloud).* Instead I thought “Figures,” because in the seconds […]
Made a video today about my overdue review, Parkinson’s problems, family fun (that is not fun), etc. The living room makes an appearance and you see how my work on the model house progressed throughout the afternoon. It’s not exactly Frederick Wiseman or the Maysles Brothers, but it’s more honest than most recent Netflix-produced documentaries.
This is less a proper post than a lament: Crankenstein and I watched Poor Things tonight and Leave Her to Heaven last weekend, and together they reminded me enough of my former not-quite marriage that I’m left feeling hollow in ways that are hard to describe. I write a lot about my former partner without
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“Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?” Destiny’s Child asked in “Independent Women, Pt. 1,” a runaway hit from the Charlie’s Angels (2000) soundtrack, and it’s a question we’re still asking all these years later. At the end of last week’s Black Death post, I singled out Kate Jackson fans for their humor and
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The painted ladies birdhouse is almost complete and only needs a few touch-ups; this is the last photo I’ll share. Not too shabby given the inferior quality of the wood and my general ineptitude. This morning I worked on techniques for achieving an ‘aged’ look with paint. I’d like to make an abandoned mining town
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I was tinkering on a post that was going to be published here tonight, about the conclusion of the birdhouse project and the start of the lighthouse keeper’s cottage, when the phone rang. It’s often a circus when my phone rings because I have a tendency to forget about it entirely and wander away from
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Earlier this week, at approximately the same time that Crankenstein had a speaking engagement in front of an absurdly large audience, I received a message from someone who’d just read one of my reviews. He told me a bit about himself and wondered if he might recommend other movies for me to cover. His note
Pamela Sue Martin. It’s a name most people 40 and under won’t recognize, but many followers of my telefilm reviews were children of the ’70s. If you’re reading this right now, odds are you can vividly recall Martin, who was in The Poseidon Adventure and followed a stint on The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries by
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Many times over the past few months, I’ve wondered “What if the doctor’s wrong? What if I’m perfectly fine?” Intellectually, I know the neurologist is almost certainly right. It’s more complicated emotionally, as I’ve been reminded lately by some irritating developments. Take this morning, for example. The witching hour seems to start around 4:30 am
Wednesdays are often my time to watch and then write about a TV movie, but much of today was lost to conversations with my sisters. I’d been on the phone with the middle one for 87 minutes — the running time of a typical Lifetime flick — when Crankenstein trudged in late. Earlier there’d been