Here then are a list of things that occurred to me or didn’t warrant an entire post on their own that I wanted to share. Enjoy (or don’t)!
The perfect golf headline doesn’t exis—-
For those not in the know, Talor Gooch is a professional golfer who now plays for LIV Golf. Since leaving the PGA Tour, it’s been increasingly clear that while he’s a very good golfer, he might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer. (Or, given his new employers, the sharpest bone saw.) His latest gaffe was implying that if all the top LIV golfers weren’t automatically invited to The Masters (they were not, though at least one, Joaquin Niemann, was - sorry, Talor), a win there would have an asterisk on it. It’s almost too stupid a conceit to give much airtime too, but suffice it to say the mockery has been robust and creative. And this headline just made me giggle. Also, there’s just this - for all the LIV golfers who seem indignant that the “majors aren’t inviting the best golfers” - meaning them - just … how to say this politely? Shut the fuck up. That’s about as polite as I can get. You either knew what the consequences of your actions would be and now want to have your cake and eat it too, or you DIDN’T know the consequences of your actions, and it’s time to deal with it.
Pro Tip Time! Folks, we are all part of several group texts. Right? Maybe many, many group texts. A question - when catching up on a long group text thread, especially conversations that are hours or more old, is it bad form to add reactions to like, five or ten texts? Follow up question - if it’s NOT bad form, shouldn’t it be? I’m not sure what the goal is, but getting seven notifications only to realize it’s just a bunch of exclamation points, hearts and thumbs up ... I mean, it’s not the end of the world, of course. But I just don’t quite get the intent. I’d much rather have you reply once you’ve caught up with actual thoughts, etc. Language, people! (By the way, if you’re reading this thinking, “Damnit, Greebs is writing about ME! I always do this!” you are almost certainly wrong.
A formal apology for a prior recommendation - I noted that we had been watching Monsieur Spade, starring Clive Owens about Sam Spade living in France and the first few episodes were really fun, if not RIVETING. But it was enough to keep our attention throughout the show until the finale when, basically, it seems the writers were like, “Oh, shit - we need to wrap this up!” And did so in the sloppiest, dumbest way - that not only felt completely untrue to the show, but the revealed mystery ended up being, in no uncertain terms, idiotic. Do not bother with this show, and apologies if you did actually take my advice. I will strive to #BeBetter.
Hoping to right the wrong above, we did watch and finish Mr. and Mrs. Smith, a show based on the Brangelina movie from years ago. I had low expectations but - with some exceptions - I really, really liked it. It’s a different story, but it manages to have a season-long arc and a “adventure of the week” vibe that probably had a massive budget (setting one episode in Lake Como, Italy, having serious guest stars throughout) and is really enjoyable.
The chemistry between Donald Glover and Maya Erskine is off the charts and it’s so, so bizarre to try and think of Phoebe Waller-Bridge in that role, who was originally cast there.
Speaking of Waller-Bridge, she’s now made $60,000,000 from Amazon to work on development of content, and so far has generated nothing. But that’s money she’s keeping, and good for her. And she’s hardly alone - look at this article about how much money these studios and streamers are paying folks and the horrendous return they’re getting. And then when they raise your monthly fee again next month, get angry. Or angrier.
I’ve just learned that Dua Lipa’s real name is … Dua Lipa. Honestly didn’t see that coming.
Until we meet again.
Thanks for saving me from Monsieur Spade. I need room on my DVR anyway for Yankee games.
If you want some languorous TV, check out Three-Body Problem on Amazon, a 30-episode series based on the amazing book by Cixin Liu. A likely speedier 10-episode series based on the book comes to Netflix next month; I'm betting on Maniforld that Netflix doesn't screw it up entirely, unlike their preposterous Lord of the Rings series.