It’s night #2 of not feeling the blog thing, and I think I can safely say that waiting until after dinner to write is not a great strategy. Whatever energy I had during the day is gone, completely, and all I want to do is read and go to bed.
This is the summer of binge-watching, so after we watched the entire season of The Crown (loved), we watched the entire season of The OA (disappointing), then all of Doctor Who season 9 (yay), and now we’ve moved on to Iron Fist, the next Netflix Marvel Comics show. It’s…okay. The main character is annoying in his naivete, and overall, it’s definitely the weakest of the Netflix Marvel shows. Still entertaining, though. I like how all of the shows are connected.
Oh, hey, we saw Wonder Woman last weekend. The movie wasn’t great (although it’s the most I’ve ever liked Chris Pine in anything, and it was miles better than the other DC movies), but I felt this visceral enjoyment seeing Wonder Woman kick ass during the fight scenes. I’d watch it again.
Hey, look, even tired I can babble about TV and movies. Good for me. Bed for me. See ya.