Trump’s Saturday morning massacres are becoming de rigueur. Twisted tweet storms cause tremors around the globe. Ripple effect could topple France’s neo-nationalist Marine LePen’s election chances. The more unstable POTUS seems, the less influence he’ll have.
Best to stay away from newsy-ness. Conan O’Brien’s TBS special in Mexico is hilarious. Girls’ last season is fraught with freaky frames. Matthew Rhys lets it all hang out for a teaching moment last week. This week we endure toilet scenes and Hannah enceinte.
Snow. Sleet. Wind. Time to finish series left dormant on DVR. The Affair season 3 was not as riveting as past two. It did leave each in the cheating couple alone at the end. Good Behavior besides star Michelle Dockery’s great performance as a very flawed woman, also features a stellar acting ensemble. Bradley Cooper in movie Burnt was a fun distraction about dueling top chefs in London. SNL did not live up to prior weeks’ standards. Alec Baldwin disappointing. Writing weak. On to Girls, Grammy’s and Homeland.
Capping off a successful Super Bowl celebration, Bob Kraft dined with Japan’s Abe & the Trump’s at Mar-a-Lago while Bill Belichick played golf at Pebble Beach (but he is a member of Mar-a-Lago).
There’s football today? Politics has overtaken the dialogue so much that Super Bowl 51 is hardly mentioned. Trump-friendly Pats owner and players the prominent topic. Not the actual game. But. Crazy Prez has brought out Lorne Michaels’ genius again. Melissa McCarthy killed it as Sean Spicer. Alec and his scary sidekick Steve Bannon nailed it. Kristen Stewart was excellent. Skits were well written. Actually watched all of SNL for the first time in years.
Dowd has taken to writing about Mrs. T. And. New Yorker article cleverly spoofs her sneaking in at the womens’ march. Let’s face it. Melania may be the most feminist first lady ever. Refusing to follow her man to the White House.
Okay. Let’s talk about New England v. Atlanta. 24-31.
Nope. Not many real snowflakes this winter. At least not in the City. Not yet. But. To all you snowflakes out there. Huddled in your safe zones. In denial that the Pats are owned by Trump buddy Bob Kraft. And that recent golf partner Tiger missed the cut.
Here are 3 suggestions to thwart TTSD: 1) Watch old episodes of Billy on the Street. 2) Read spy novels by Alex Berenson. 3) Listen to Bruce Springsteen read his autobiography.
Hasta Luego to our doorman Pedro. 42 years at the same building. West Side Rag.
Golden Globes?! A milky way of films. LaLa indeed. Television planets shine brighter. Like. Amazing. If you are black, gay or a depressed stranger thing in westworld by-the-sea of crowny thrones. Lithgow jettisoned. Meryl Streepy. Creepy. Reality will trump galactic fiction anyway. Next year launch anything with Fallon & Timberlake together. Or. Carell and Wiig. Star Wars.
NFL orbit’s elliptical too. Centrifugal forces braked by injuries. Giants out. McAdon’t. Superbowl. Pats v. Cowboys? Collision course.
Sold 20-year Western Mass. house
New digs in The City
TV-The Crown, Ray Donovan, Happy Valley, The Circus
Book-Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance
Music-Blue & Lonesome, The Rolling Stones
Disruption of both political parties
Voters over donors
Petulant Adolescent President- elect
Lumping people into monolithic groups
Elite media bubble & bias
Election’s coarse discourse
Syrian holocaust- refugees
Tiger’s self-inflicted spiral
TTSD (Traumatic Trump Stress Disorder)
Tangled webs of steel in NYC. Scaffolding epidemic shrouds sidewalks creating dank tunnels. Scars landmark architecture and darkens storefronts. Kills business. Yes. I’ve written about this a lot. West Side Rag quotes me as a “local scaffolding critic”. A City councilman wants to limit timeframes for prolonging this blight. My NYTimes comment completely agrees. Dakota disfigured by it for years and still 36 to the day after John’s Lennon’s demise.
Westworld. Season finale. Spoiler Alert! Twist without a twist. Rod Serling Twilight Zone episode. Kept waiting for a less hackneyed reversal. Too obvi. Will the hosts turned proprietary inhabitants now have to rely on the creepy little writer for their story lines? What about William. He owns the place and seemed to survive. Anyway. Long road to a finale which was neither surprising nor particularly clever.