Good morning from hell!
Okay, it’s not hell. Not remotely. But I’m stuck at home with a puppy who is feeling too good not to be an asshole but also isn’t healed enough to go back to school. Get another dog, they said! It’ll be fun, they said!
Points in her favor: she’s feeling better and she slept through the night last night. I didn’t, because all the tension I carry in my rapidly deteriorating body on a daily basis combined with carting around a puppy in one hand all day long has caused me to pull some important-feeling muscle in my neck. Good thing I ordered all that coronavirus-panic Extra Strength Tylenol, I guess.
My new books arrived from Bookshop this week and I’ve already started on Perfect Tunes. I read more or less everything Emily Gould writes and I am a big fan.
When I was a member of Book of the Month Club I kept getting all of these pretty-but-disappointing hardcover books. I admire anyone who writes a whole damn book, and I’m not opposed to a “beach read” (sorry, I know that is reductive) but my Book of the Month always left me feeling unsatisfied, like I’d wasted a lot of time and calories eating a big bag of circus peanuts only to still feel hungry. By contrast, Emily Books never disappointed me and it therefore follows that Perfect Tunes is really hitting the spot.
I also ordered Resilience is Futile: The Life and Death and Life of Julie S. Lalonde. Please let it be known that I pre-ordered this book via Amazon some months ago, and then for what I’m guessing are pandemic reasons Amazon got very *shrug* about when or if they would ever ship it to me. Bookshop, on the other hand, was all “right away m’am!”
We have been half-watching Hollywood on Netflix and can we discuss how the advent of streaming television has brought about a renaissance in terms of visible peen on TV? Sorry if this shocks your sensibilities! I am not taking a strong position on this either way but all of a sudden you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some guy’s junk on Netflix or Hulu. Everything is Cinemax now!
In terms of Hollywood specifically, it’s okay. I like it less than I did initially but after the heart-crushing Normal People it is kind of light and silly.
I’ve also been looking forward to the next season of Shetland only to find out THEY HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED FILMING IT YET so who knows when that is going to happen. Can we put a moratorium on waiting more than a year to produce new seasons of television shows I love? I’m not made of wood and I’ve been locked (sort of) in this house for more than two months now!