I’m experiencing genuine happiness for the first time in my life. I’ve been happy before, but that was a temporary happiness, a happiness that is too fragile to survive in the presence of depression and anxiety. This time is different. This time is certain.
So, I binge-watched House of Cards last week. The show was so brilliant it actually distracted me from all the serious shit that has been going on in my life ever since I graduated. Needless to say, I went back to thinking about all that shit all over again the moment I finished watching: (“I don’t have a job because I decided to go to grad school right after graduation even though I’m still not sure whether or not I’ll be able to pursue a career in academia. Oh, and I pretty much still have zero social life. Hooray!”).
It was clear I needed something new to get into. So, I went for True Detective. I’m 2 episodes in, and while the cinematography is perhaps the best thing I’ve seen on TV, the show itself isn’t quite as phenomenal. It’s a bit slow. And I’m not even one of these people who bitch about a non-linear narrative. On the contrary, I LOVE that. It’s just that the plot seems quite predictable. Really. Even if Cohle turns out to be the yellow king, it’ll still be PREDICTABLE. (Or maybe I’ve watched too many crime/police dramas!) I also find it hard to take Matthew McConaughey seriously. He just sounds too pretentious with that cliched existential bullshit he utters every now and then. I simply don’t care about his character, and this has nothing to do with the fact that Cohle is practically a jerk in every sense of the word. I mean, I’ll take Woody Harrelson’s character over his any day.
And this is an accurate visualization of how I feel every time Matthew McConaughey opens his mouth:
Why yes, I am a proud member of the Cashew the guinea pig fandom.
This show has an awful pattern of showing pets getting ruthlessly killed. So, I’m gonna be supremely disappointed if Cashew gets killed off. :(
I want Frank Underwood to die a slow and painful death in the HoC finale. I want that son of bitch to suffer for killing Peter Russo!
I need to finish that House of Cards marathon, otherwise Kevin Spacey will keep coming to me every night to scare the shit out of me while I’m trying to sleep!
Trying to avoid House of Cards spoilers.
EVERYONE is blogging about it.