Going through the usual change-of-seasons tumult. Maybe it's the pollen count? I don't experience the sneezing, fever and aches like I used to during the fall to winter transition up north but maybe the obscene amount of pollen here in the south does affect me in other ways. I always seem to get confused and addled during the transition to springtime here. Been that way since the start of this multi-decade/bi-century colonization of the land of sunshine and palm trees. All the way back to the New London Syndrome in February of '97. I think it was an early spring that year.
Trying to stay solid with a new endeavor to stay dry. Needless to say, my sip just now out of the glass of Sierra Nevada Torpedo beside me on my desk, is pretty much testament to the folly of that Herculean task. Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
I blame this latest lapse on a Netflix TV series. "Bloodline" is a new Netflix exclusive drama starring that guy from that show in the 90s about the guy who wakes up each morning to find a mysterious newspaper on his door stoop that tells the news of the future (Sounds like a lame premise but I did like the show; it was written better than it sounds at first.) and Sissy Spacek. I've loved her since "Carrie" of course.
In "Bloodline" almost every character is drinking in almost every scene. I'm almost not kidding! I get the idea...they're trying to play up the fact that this family live in the booze-flooded leisure paradise of the Florida Keys and know how to chill. But I suspect from the unadulterated labels on the bottles that a bit of product placement is going on here. Shit, what am I saying...it's all product placement. Anyone else have a craving after watching an episode or two? Take your pick, so far I clearly saw Heineken, Dos Equis, Jose Cuervo and Tanqueray.
The plot is twisted. On purpose though and this trend is getting a tad old. Every episode is a cliffhanger and there are so many un-revealed questions about past and future events. But they feed you a piece at a time, bit by bit. Yet there are also red-herrings and McGuffins and cliches galore. A bit manipulative but so far, on episode 7, it is really well acted and plays out like a Shakespearean play. Prodigal son returns to the noble family homestead, mixed feelings abound and they try the ties of the various and diverse family members, a past secret within a secret haunts them all and a future rainy night has grave consequences for at least one family member.
The omnipresent drinking wasn't the only cause for my relapse. The well-acted scenes between the very different and independent minded siblings and their parents summoned up feelings about my own family. We too have secrets within secrets from our mutual past that haunt us to this day. We too, like the characters in the show, have our own independent lives that have little to do with each other. But in the show, they still have the tendrils of FAMILY that tie them together, no matter how delicately. For my family and I, there's nothing what so ever. The ties are long ago broken and can never be mended.
Maybe, in my case, it's for the best. Although I have a few more episodes to go to the end of this first season, I think the Rayburns of "Bloodline" are heading into more trouble than it should be worth.
Blood may be thicker than water but I don't think it's thicker than booze.
Trying to stay solid with a new endeavor to stay dry. Needless to say, my sip just now out of the glass of Sierra Nevada Torpedo beside me on my desk, is pretty much testament to the folly of that Herculean task. Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
I blame this latest lapse on a Netflix TV series. "Bloodline" is a new Netflix exclusive drama starring that guy from that show in the 90s about the guy who wakes up each morning to find a mysterious newspaper on his door stoop that tells the news of the future (Sounds like a lame premise but I did like the show; it was written better than it sounds at first.) and Sissy Spacek. I've loved her since "Carrie" of course.
In "Bloodline" almost every character is drinking in almost every scene. I'm almost not kidding! I get the idea...they're trying to play up the fact that this family live in the booze-flooded leisure paradise of the Florida Keys and know how to chill. But I suspect from the unadulterated labels on the bottles that a bit of product placement is going on here. Shit, what am I saying...it's all product placement. Anyone else have a craving after watching an episode or two? Take your pick, so far I clearly saw Heineken, Dos Equis, Jose Cuervo and Tanqueray.
The plot is twisted. On purpose though and this trend is getting a tad old. Every episode is a cliffhanger and there are so many un-revealed questions about past and future events. But they feed you a piece at a time, bit by bit. Yet there are also red-herrings and McGuffins and cliches galore. A bit manipulative but so far, on episode 7, it is really well acted and plays out like a Shakespearean play. Prodigal son returns to the noble family homestead, mixed feelings abound and they try the ties of the various and diverse family members, a past secret within a secret haunts them all and a future rainy night has grave consequences for at least one family member.
The omnipresent drinking wasn't the only cause for my relapse. The well-acted scenes between the very different and independent minded siblings and their parents summoned up feelings about my own family. We too have secrets within secrets from our mutual past that haunt us to this day. We too, like the characters in the show, have our own independent lives that have little to do with each other. But in the show, they still have the tendrils of FAMILY that tie them together, no matter how delicately. For my family and I, there's nothing what so ever. The ties are long ago broken and can never be mended.
Maybe, in my case, it's for the best. Although I have a few more episodes to go to the end of this first season, I think the Rayburns of "Bloodline" are heading into more trouble than it should be worth.
Blood may be thicker than water but I don't think it's thicker than booze.