Today’s post is the blogging equivalent of a quarterback taking the first snap and calling it a day in order to extend a consecutive starts streak. That is, it’s a weak effort, but technically not a no-show and therefore keeps alive our streak of posting new material every weekday. Whew. Step away from the ledge, world, and vibe on this hastily thrown together notebook.
* I’ve been binge watching Downton Abbey during precious spare moments the last two weeks, scoring Season 1 through Netflix, Season 2 through Hulu and Season 3 on the PBS web site. Wow, there sure are a lot of options for online video these days. Oh, and I’m also hopelessly hooked even though I’m not entirely certain if the show is genuinely excellent or just pretty good at coming across as excellent. More on this in the coming days.
No matter, my inner monologue now has a British accent.
* Remember the colorful, sugary cough syrup we were given as kids – Triaminic and the like? That’s frowned upon these days (another these days?) by the medical establishment – not that specific brand, but the general idea of cough medicine for kids. They’ve come to believe it actually prolongs the illness by allowing the cough to sort of settle in the chest. This is crap news for parents of coughing kids, myself included. And we have one more thing to add to the growing list of stuff that should have killed us yet somehow didn’t.
* If you’ve seen one NBA All-Star Game, you’ve seen them all. That’s what I concluded from watching bits and pieces of Sunday’s affair in Houston. The exception is when one star opts to break the nose of another, but even that might get as tired as an off-the-glass pass after a while. To be fair, the consistency isn’t necessarily a bad thing – you just have to be in the right mood to be able to enjoy it.
It didn’t help that Alicia Keys handled the halftime performance. Wasn’t she on stage at the Super Bowl and the Grammy’s, too? Granted, she is crazy talented and this time mixed things up with some group dancing and leather sweatpants, but it’s probably time for a break.
* A big ol’ meteor tore stuff up in Russia recently. There was plenty of footage. That was odd. But not as odd as the fact that it looked exactly like I imagined a meteor landing in Russia would. It also made me think for a split second that the Mayans might be right if in a somewhat belated fashion.