Why? Why do I choose to torture myself? What is this masochism? I started watching last night’s Fear the Walking Dead and I wasn’t even through the last-time-on before I wanted to cut my own head off. Now I’m through the cold open and I still very much want to cut my own head off.
Oh good, another season/mid-season premier that’s going to introduce a brand new character that we don’t give a flying fuck about… because that’s worked so well for these idiots in the past. He’s wearing a flannel shirt and it does have a little red in it. No one saw that coming.
Two unrelated thoughts to share on this Sunday evening.
First, DJ Roomba will roll tonight. It’s been a bit of a prick the last week. It starts, it runs for a few minutes, it goes home with some whiney bitchy complaint like its dirt collector sensor is dirty or some horse shit. I think it’s just lazy and doesn’t want to work. So much for the robot uprising, right? I just cleaned the shit out of it, figuratively and literally, I guess. I think it’s clean enough to eat off of now. I don’t want to hear any complaints tonight. Just vacuum up the whole house and earn your friggin’ keep, robot.
The second Sunday evening thought is a television thought. Tonight, in about 17 minutes, the mid-season premier of Fear the Walking Dead will air. Now given that I am a compulsive television series completist, I will watch tonight’s episode. I will not, however, watch it tonight. The first half of this season was vomit inducingly bad. It’s the worst television I have ever made myself watch. I wish I could allow myself to never watch another episode of that god awful piece of shit, but this is me we’re talking about. I’ll watch it via the AMC website. Probably sometime tomorrow. I should pirate it though. I should watch it in a way that will not contribute to the ratings in any way in the hopes that AMC just puts a bullet in the show’s zombified head. Bang, done. All of the fantastic actors can go get work on shows that aren’t written by second graders with alarmingly low IQs. That’d be nice, right?
Oh! I forgot that I had a third thought for Sunday evening. Happy Easter, where applicable. It isn’t really applicable to me in any meaningful way apart from wishing people a happy Easter, and having a nice Easter dinner with the love of my life. She cooked a ham in the crock pot and she air fried some veggies and it was all delicious. Thank you, sweetie!
Okay. I will now finish my exercise for the day (13 minutes still to go) and watch me some Captain America: Civil War. Suck it, Fear the Walking Dead.
I’d like to be going to sleep right now but I want to let my watch charge to 100% before I do. It’s at 83% right now, but it did just take a WatchOS update so that’s cool.
An unrelated aside: did you know that on the show How I Met Your Mother, nearly every time Barney spews out some ridiculous made up statistic it’s 83%? Sometimes it’s 8.3, but usually 83. Sorry, my watch battery made me think of that, and Jen and I are binging the holy hell out of that show right now.
Sorry, what was I talking about?
The Bruins lossed again tonight. I’m afraid to read a recap and find which players will be out injured next. It seems like every game costs us another player or two.
The Red Sox won at least. We are 2-3 right now, but at least we have a better record than Baltimore. That’s pretty sweet.
I’m watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. I’m not going to be able to finish it tonight. It’s quarter to 11:00 and I still have an hour to go. The question in the morning will be finish Guardians or watch the new episode of MoonKnight.
Tonight is the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead and I didn’t get to it in time. Jen and I were binging the shit out of How I Met Your Mother and the last episode we watched ended at 9:05.
I’ll watch the zombies in the morning. I guess for tonight I’ll pick off another Marvel movie. I haven’t updated my list today but if I finish the one I’m watching as I type this I’ll have checked off three today.
Pretty sure that is equal parts awesome and pathetic. You be the judge.
Rob’s writing about pain on a Sunday night. Why? Is he watching Fear the Walking Dead or something? No. That’s not for a couple of weeks. We are still safe.
No, I’m talking about exercise. I still have 24 minutes to do today and I only have 2.5 hours left. My legs are killing me. My back is killing me. Everything is killing me.
Fear isn’t on, but the main show is on. Shits getting weird at the Commonwealth, right? There is 25 minutes left in tonight’s show so I can probably finish my 24 minutes of exercise during the commercial breaks. Har Har Har.
Work was rough on Friday. It spilled over into Saturday. I didn’t hear anything today. Hopefully nothing happened. I’m out tomorrow because I’m taking my mother to a doctor’s appointment. That means I’m worried about work and worried about her at the same time. It could be a fun morning, right?
I don’t feel any negative effects of Covid-19 vax shot #4. Here’s hoping it stays that way.
Okay, the Zombies are back on. No spoilers, but who woulda thought that Daryl was Rick’s father. What a twist!
I watched the first episode of MoonKnight. No need to worry about spoiling me. I mean, as we all know, the internet is all about me. I’m clear.
I am not clear on Star Trek Picard though. Granted, the episode doesn’t come out for another three hours or so. Usually I’d watch it before work, but like a doofus I started going into the office on Thursdays, which means I can’t watch the episode until after work.
There is so much good TV on right now. So much nerd stuff to nerd out on. Comic book TV shows. Star Trek. It’s getting hard to keep up with everything. I haven’t watched a single episode of this run of The Flash.
Okay. The alarm is going to go off in four hours and 50 minutes. I should probably go to sleep.
I didn’t watch the Oscars. I don’t think I’ve tortured myself that way in decades. I’d seriously rather watch Fear the Walking Dead.
I did see, via the Twitter, that there was an incident of some kind. If you saw it, even on instant replay, please answer the poll and let me know what actually happened, m’kay?
With all the work around the house we did this weekend, and all the pain and soreness and exhaustion that went with it, this weekend’s exercise rings were the hardest to close I’ve done yet. Ouch.
Tonight’s episode of The Walking Dead was really excellent though. That helped a lot.
For the third time this month, I am in the office. I hit a little bit of traffic on route 93 South before I even got out of town, but after that it was mostly smooth sailing. Mostly.
I had said that the kitchen redesign was done as far as outside help was concerned, but we came in under budget and decided to do another small thing or two. We’re still waiting on the pre-fab furniture deliveries and the big stuff isn’t coming until next week. Jen and I will put together whatever we have over the weekend and try to keep our wits about us while waiting for the rest.
So far everything looks great. We are both really thrilled. I keep saying this to anyone who will listen, but when we moved into the house in 2010 I said the first thing we needed to upgrade was the walls in the dining room and the kitchen. The paneling and the wallpaper border had to go. 12 years, a redone bathroom, and a garage turned into a bedroom suite, not to mention new furniture and floor plans in literally every room in the house, and we finally get to the paneling and the wallpaper border. I gotta say, it feels great.
I managed to watch Star Trek Picard last night so you can feel free to discuss it with me in a spoiler-heavy manner. I mean, Picard is Q’s father? Who knew!?
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