1. Sometimes free cost too much.
Exhibit A: Under My Skin preview. Boy o boy o boy. The actors were. . . fine, given the script, but that script? Holy hell.
2. I’d stopped bitching about Bones because I’d given up expecting anything better than it had become. I still watched it, though, out of some, lingering, interest.
No more. It’s sliding down, losing whatever bits of charm it had retained. When Fox decides to lay those tired bones down I’ll probably watch the finale, but between now and that day in 2025, I’m out.
3. Oh thou fookin’ Zeus! DO NOT CUT YOUR NAILS ON THE TRAIN! In which of the multiverses is it OKAY TO CUT YOUR NAILS ON THE TRAIN?
None of them! That’s how many: NONE OF THEM!
4. To end on a good note: I finally got out my bike to ride to the gym yesterday.
Last year, I rode all winter, but this year the snow gave me the excuse I needed not to bundle up against the cold.
I’d been biking at the gym—(ma-)lingering health issues have kept me off the treadmill—but I’d much rather peddle my way somewhere than nowhere.
And look, I even refrained from using the requisite Talking Heads lyric. . . .