I got an e-mail this morning from Apple telling me that my iPad had finally shipped, was being overnighted, and almost immediately I thought, you know what I really need to do? Take Friday off.
I’ll admit my decision was only partly influenced by a desire to actually be here when FedEx delivers the package. I think I mostly just wanted an excuse to take another three-day weekend. I actually brought home that art therapy textbook I’m working on right now, and I do plan to continue reading it over the next couple of days, but I’ll be much happier doing that here than there — since here I get to sleep in and occasionally goof off by watching television, reading something else, or playing with my shiny new iPad.
This evening, I watched the premiere episode of Happy Town, and then this week’s episode of House. I’ll give the former plenty of credit for trying to do a lot of weird and different things. I just wish it did some of those things well. I’m not quite on board with Todd VanDerWerff’s view of the show as some kind of so-bad-it’s-good guilty pleasure. But if subsequent episodes really are as batshit insane as he’s suggesting, it might be worth sticking with the show until its almost inevitable cancellation. House, meanwhile, just continues to annoy me. I didn’t find this episode as annoying as last week’s (which I watched last night), but I’m growing increasingly bored by the whole thing. There’s still some good acting, particularly from Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard (and particularly in their scenes together), and there’s still some good (if wildly inconsistent) writing, but I can’t help but think the show would have been better ending with its game-changer-in-name-only season premiere. That was some powerful television. This is just going through the motions. As Zach Handlen said of last week’s episode:
I realize House has probably passed its creative peak (ahem), but I’d appreciate it if the plotting of the medical drama wasn’t so by-the-numbers that I can actually see digits forming on screen.
Anyway, that’s about it. Another day without slipping and falling in the street, so I think that was just a one-time thing. Although I should be thankful it wasn’t worse. My sister apparently fell on her stairs the other day and broke her toe. So a bump on the knee and a new pair of trousers really isn’t so bad.
Is it there yet? Is it there yet? Is it there yet??