I still can’t believe I actually get to write this post. But here goes. This is pretty much the most exciting, terrifying, holy-shit-this-mix-of-emotions-is-going-to-make-me-burst-into-tears announcement I’ve ever made in my life, and so I’m just going to blurt this on to your lap before I spend another half-hour dancing around the house with excitement.
It’s Sunday, I’m chilling after a busy week, and that means it’s time to wave my arms about and knock my coffee into your lap explaining why one of my opinions has Always Been Right (speaking of TV opinions, I’m running a poll over on Twitter that you can vote in right now to choose my next TV writing project). And this week, to belatedly celebrate the fact that every British person I know has been compulsively bingeing Friends since it came on Netflix, I’m going to prove once and for all why Phoebe is the best Friend.
As you may have heard, Ryan Murphy, my love rival and general television will-they-won’t-they nemesis, has just taken a deal to head over to Netflix to create a bunch of new shows over there. Now, as a die-hard fan of literally everything Ryan Murphy has ever done (and yes, those are links to reviews on every single one of his shows), I feel like I’m probably a decent authority on what to expect from Ryan Murphy’s new Netflix deal. So, without further ado, let’s take a look at what I think his tenure with the streaming site will look like.
Ah, another year gone by, another myriad of awful shows to whine about when I could just turn off the TV and get some bloody fresh air for a change. If you’re wondering why there are no movies on this list, my worst-of list for the world of cinema will be up on No But Listen later this week! But for now, let’s focus on the disappointments of the small screen, and count down the worst shows of the year.
Whee! Happy Tuesday, one and all – and if you need something to warm you up in these cold-ass winter months, I have just the thing for you.
Hello, Guignoleers (does that work? It doesn’t. I’ll come up with something better soon, I promise)! I know most of you are around here for the relentless TV snark and shouting at Stephen King books, and I thank you for that, but what if I told you I wrote books of my own? And what if I told you that one of those books was coming out in a week’s time?
So, we’re back for another season of The Walking Dead – why do you keep watching this show just to shit on it, Lou? I hear you ask, and the answer is because I want to and you guys seem to keep on reading it. So get on board for an other agressively snarky take on TVs worst best show!
It’s been a quiet week blogward and, with my family visiting and just so much work to get done, the rest of August looks like it’s going to be thin on the blog-ground as well. I’m hoping to have a Quit Smoking Diaries entry and a Fifty Shades recap up in the next week, but meantime, let’s return to another addition of TV Characters I Would Fight!
I’m content right now. I’ve been listening to eighties pop, trying to French inhale with my new vaporiser, and dancing with the cat all night, and I feel good. Which feels like something close to a miracle, because a few months ago, I was so depressed that I was legitimately struggling to get out of bed in the morning, and when I’m in those states, it feels like the only thing facing you is this unassailable wall of shit, on the other side of which is another, more festering, more rancid pile of shit – you know, something like Game of Thrones’ treatment of women in season four. It feels fucking endless, and even though I could lie there, one hand in the eleventh bag of crisps of the day and the other to my mouth so I could chew off what remained of the skin around my fingers, and know that I had gotten out of worse in the past, I just for the life of me couldn’t see a way out of this one. It felt permanent – terminal, in the least fatal way possible.
The Cutprice Guignol 