I am absolutely seething right now because I had this whole post typed up and I thought it was really brilliant, and I remember thinking 'Wow, this is an excellent post,' and then when I went to Publish and of course I was logged out and there is no saved draft and I could stab someone. I could stab whoever made it so I can't be logged in to both my school and regular gmail accounts. R.I.P. beautiful post with your metaphors and callbacks and witty rhetoric. Fuck you, whomever did this to me.
This is just a shadow of the Post That Once Was.
WHAT HAPPENED IN SEPTEMBER
I don't really remember. A lot of The Wire. I started and finished Ashes to Ashes and the little BBC 4 miniseries The Great Outdoors which had some great actors (Ruth Jones, Mark Heap, Katherine Parkinson) and great outdoorsy shots but little substance.
Whatever, some stuff about panel shows ending and beginning, blah blah blah
WHAT'S HAPPENING/HAPPENED IN OCTOBER
My Sharon Horgan binge-watch weekend happened in October. Pulling (brilliant), Free Agents (brilliant), and The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret (admittedly just the first episode; shelved for now til it's on Netflix later this year). Love her.
Blah blah blah there was some witty stuff about her here, plus me whining that I can't find that Icelandic petrol station show, blah blah
Homeland and Suburgatory and Fresh Meat are the best things to come out of this fall's premieres blah blah, disappointed with The Fades blah
Fuck everything
Next Up: I dunno, whatever
Next Next Up: The Shield... one day...
(P.S. Fuck you. That "one day..." was a callback to the other times in the post I'd written it, and it was really funny, and it tied the whole thing together, and fuck you.)
I am really fucking mad, still. I hate the Internet and everything in the world and I want to break things.
