Sorry, the flu I thought I’d beaten back with a stick has merely biding it’s time waiting for me around a blind corner with a sock full of quarters. I’ve been dragging myself out to deal with the work issues I can’t avoid then crawling into bed in my LL Bean sweatshirt and flannel jammie bottoms (I know, Cary Grant incarnate) and watching lots of daytime TV.
Now, I ditched cable a while ago and am going completely broadcast. So I get the worst of the worst. Daytime chat shows where celebs pretend to be just regular folk while chatting up their latest project (which is fine) or those awful ones where some “Dr.” intervenes on some poor soul who is only sexually attracted to electrical appliances or wooden spoons.
That, or reruns from shows from the 70’s that I thought were idiotic when I saw them as a kid. The other thing about broadcast is that the digital antennae you can get are disrupted by any aircraft that go by. Since this is LA and Action McNews will be hovering overhead every time Ali Lohan litters, you can barely get a full “Judge Judy” in.
So I’ve been reading a lot.
A friend loaned me a bunch of books by the author Robert Rodi, who is a Chicago based writer of gay comedic books. Like Paul Rudnick and Joe Keenan, he’s laugh-out-loud funny and a master at plots that surprise and delight. Apparently he’s moved on from that genre, but I would beg him to move back.
So since I’m not smelling (well, I’m smelling, but that’s having sweated through the sheets..) but reading please share your latest reads in the comments.
Also, has anyone caught the new “Mapp and Lucia” on BBC? I loved it but I am apparently in the minority on this one. I love (and own) the 1985 version, but this was a delight and cements visiting Rye as on my bucket list.
If this F*&ing cold will go away..