Brooklyn 99 is Dead, Long Live Brooklyn 99

I was super bummed for about 12 hours when I found out Fox was cancelling Brooklyn 99, and I decided to start re-watching the show from the beginning.

What a great show.

I’m a fan of the sitcom, in general, but there is a level of quality in Brooklyn 99 that many sitcoms don’t ever reach, let alone sustain. It has character growth and development of relationships, it sometimes deals with serious issues (could do more on that front), but most of all, it is consistently funny while having everyone stay in character…mostly.

(My quibble is with the bachelor party episode which recently aired, because Jake is great at solving things, so it was slightly out of character for him to quit so soon).

Things I noticed while binge-watching:
* Charles is consistently a fan of erotic hair washing
* Terry loves yogurt
* There is a time to use “who” and a time to use “whom” and both Holt and Amy will tell you when you’re doing it wrong.


What I’m Watching

Wow, it’s been almost a year since I last posted. A year of frustration, political activism, lots of reading, stand-up comedy, seeing lots of bands, and, of course, watching TV.

I’m doing a bit of re-watching these days – in the 24 hours between the time Fox cancelled Brooklyn 99 and NBC picked up Brooklyn 99, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning. It’s funny how high Stephanie Beatriz’ voice is at the beginning of season 1.

I started watching Evil Genius, but have stalled because right now I need to watch things that will make me laugh, not things that freak me out.

In the past year, I also finished a novel (writing it, not reading it – I mean, I’ve read several novels since a year ago, but have only written 1), which I am currently editing. I started doing stand-up comedy at an open mic, and I haven’t bombed yet, but I haven’t killed, either.

I promise it won’t be a year before I write another post.

I’ve been quiet

It’s not because I’m not still watching too much TV.

I’m just doing other things in the outside world, too. The election threw me, and I decided I’ve been far too lazy of a citizen, so I joined a political action group to resist the Trump administration and help good people get elected in my state.

So I’m behind on all kinds of shit!

But I am still out here, talking to the void. Looking forward to checking out World of Dance, as long as I can fast-forward through all the talking parts and only watch the dancing parts; I’m savoring every sweet and bloody minute of American Gods, and contemplating getting Showtime so I can also have my subconscious commune with David Lynch in the new Twin Peaks. I’m all caught up on Jane the Virgin, watched all of Legion, and I’m woefully far behind on Legends of Tomorrow and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hope all is well with you in the void!

Terrible TV, I Love You


It’s true. For every five marquee, prestige, cult, critically praised and under-watched shows I watch and love, I have a beloved show that is, by every measure, terrible. I watched every episode of Instant Star on Teen Nick; my children roundly criticized me for the year I watched, with devoted dedication, Toddlers and Tiaras; in addition to watching the originals in reruns as a child, I eagerly tuned in to reconfigurations of The Brady Bunch.


For a while now, I’ve been sticking to the good side of what TV has to offer, but recently, I became aware of a deliciously awful supernatural genre soap opera, Shadowhunters, and I’m addicted.


Shadowhunters is based on a series of books called The Mortal Instruments, written by Cassandra Clare. The story is about a young woman named Clary Fray, who finds out on her 18th birthday that not only did she get into the Brooklyn Academy of Art, but that she comes from a supernatural group of people with powers, beholden to protect the “mundanes” (but also pretty snotty about their superiority over said mundanes). Clary finds this out after her mother gets kidnapped and her home is destroyed and all of sudden some scary demons are after her.


All the supernatural folks – this includes the Shadowhunters and the “downworlders”, which include werewolves, vampires and fairies – are trying to find the Mortal Cup, which allows the holder (who apparently must be the leader of a gang of fellow Shadowhunters, werewolves, vampires, and fairies) to control the Shadow world. This involves making more Shadowhunters, and I’m not sure how that helps any of the other supernatural folks, but….the show doesn’t care, so I’ll let it go.


There are two terrible things about this show off the bat.

  1. The acting. Some of the actors are adequate. The young woman who plays Clary, sadly, is not one of them. Perhaps she’ll improve with time, but my hopes are dim for the beautiful to look at but inadequate at expressing feelings or enunciating words Matthew Daddario, who plays Alec Lightwood, a stunningly attractive block of wood who appears to have something similar to an idea that he is uncomfortable with, which is his attraction to Magnus Bane, a warlock played by Harry Shum, who I hope will dance for us at some point.
  2. The writing. It doesn’t make any sense. Nothing makes sense. Everyone is in a panic and running around all the time, no one thinks or plans. It’s just bad. At least they don’t have run-on sentences like the one I had in point one, so kudos for that. And really, they don’t need to have good writing…


…because the soapy side of the equation is so compelling. Beautiful young people in proximity to danger! Barely dressed beautiful young people! There will be making out! And I assume sex, at some point, but we haven’t gotten there yet.
So, Shadowhunters, I’m all in, even though this show is objectively not good. I’ll be watching every not good minute.


This post is about the excellent new animated TV show Trollhunters (available on Netflix), not the also excellent Norwegian movie Trollhunter. You should watch both of them.

Guillermo del Toro, who has given us gems that I am too afraid to watch (Pan’s Labyrinth, The Devil’s Backbone), but also Hellboy, has created a really fun animated series, the first season of which is available on Netflix. The show has a hint of tragedy attached to it, as the actor voicing our hero, Jim, was Anton Yelchin, who was one of the many actors who died this year. Jim is the first human to ever be selected by an amulet to be a troll hunter. In this world, there are good trolls, and bad trolls. The good trolls call the bad trolls “gum-gums”, which sounds cute but means something much more terrifying, and those are the trolls that the troll hunter hunts. (I was very happy they explained that, because it was a question I had as I watched the first two episodes.

Jim is a mensch, right off the bat. His mother is a doctor and is working crazy hours, so he takes care of her. He has some serious culinary skills, and makes lunch for himself, his mother, and his best friend Toby. He stands up for the bullied, at risk to himself, and this is before he knows he’s a troll hunter.

I’m about halfway through the first season, and I’m finding this a delightful way to pass a half an hour while dinner is cooking.

Re-Watching: Community

I was a huge fan of the show Community when it was on the air (that’s a term that has lost it’s meaning, I guess), and I was sad when it was canceled after 6 seasons (still waiting for the movie). The recent election put me into a funk and I was seeking a respite from the news, which I can’t quit but which leaves me blue, so I started first re-watching Gilmore Girls, but stopped when the new episodes came out (more on that at some point down the road), and then I decided to re-watch Community instead.

This show is better the second time around, and since it was fucking amazing the first time, that means everyone should watch it again. Or watch it for the first time and then watch it again. I was particularly taken with the season 3 Christmas episode this time, where Christmas cheer is a heinous virus spread through music, in particular the homage to Invasion of the Body Snatchers. This captures my bah humbug feelings about this holiday (to put in context, I have a part-time job as a cantor and choir section leader, and we started singing Christmas songs BEFORE November started, so by the time December rolls around, I am full on sick and tired of Christmas. And that’s before Christmas Eve, when I sing at three different services -the last of which STARTS at midnight- and a concert. And to add context, I’m an atheist who spends way too much time in a church.)

When the show was on, I found Chang really annoying, but I’m actually enjoying him this time around.