For the past week or so, when I haven’t been busy cleaning my apartment or building my mom’s new site, I’ve been entertained.
I’ve gone through Charlaine Harris’s Aurora Teagarden mysteries at a record pace. I’ve started on her Lily Bard series, but that might get derailed this week since To the Nines comes out tomorrow and I’ve had a copy preordered for weeks.
We saw Pirates of the Caribbean on Saturday, and it was utterly delighful. Underwater skeleton pirates! Whee! The monkey was creepy, especially during the post-credits clip. The plot was unexpectedly tight and twisty. I’m quite certain there will be a sequel, and I can’t wait.
And just a few comments on last night’s Dead Zone… Johnny now has the National Weather Service, an airline, the governor of Maine, and the CDC backing up his claims as a psychic. WHY do we still have to agonize over whether he’ll be believed every week? And something—anything—had better change the status quo of the love triangle, soonish. The series is sliding into the big trap of episodic television—forgetting what’s happened before. Sarah has slept with Johnny since he revived from his coma, and what’s more, Johnny told Walt about it (during coma, round 2). This has never been acknowledged or resolved.
Johnny also needs to find some dirt on the Reverend, or stop insulting him every time he asks for help. Suspecting him of shady doings is one thing, but have we ever seen anything to back it up?
