– This is why I should never be put on a jury. I’d hand the keys of the company and just about every asset of every employee involved over to this couple out of rage and fury, and that’s not actual justice. But they sure as hell deserve something. – ‘It has to be known what was done to us’: Natick couple harassed by eBay tell their story for the first time – The Boston Globe
– I rarely read City Journal and kick myself for my failure to keep up with them every time I do. From Lee Siegel, a long article but worth the time: “He writes that amour propre represents “a demand on others that they think better of us than they think of themselves.” That seems, in the current moment, just about right.” – Year Zero | City Journal (city-journal.org)
– From The Babylon Bee:
– I just found out that actor Daniel Day-Lewis’ father was The Poet Laureate of Great Britain (maybe just England – I don’t care enough to double check.) His writing is as should be expected from a Laureate, interesting and well written and at times wonderful.
– If you are looking for a new show, Acorn TV is streaming three amazing Australian series.
Rake is, as the name suggests, about a rakish guy. Cleaver Greene, played by Richard Roxburgh, is a cocaine snorting, prostitute addicted, terrible gambler who happens to be a
lawyer barrister. Be sure and watch this comedy with your kids.
My Life Is Murder stars Xena as a retired detective and she’s still really hot. Lucy Lawless solves some interesting crimes and there’s a bit of humor but beware. Her character is named Alexa so unplug your Amazon Echo before you hit play. Only on season so far, but it’s a hell of a good way to pass the time.
Jack Irish stars the incontestably cool Guy Pearce (which is the incorrect spelling of Pierce, by the way) has to share screen time with the also incontestably cool Aaron Pedersen (who stars in Mystery Road, which I love so far but I’m mid binge so more on that later.)
Keep a laptop or your phone handy so you know what the hell they are talking about when they say “dobber” or “arvo.”
– This is a stupid joke that I can’t stop telling:
A man is at the wake for one of his oldest and dearest friends. At one of those odd moments of silence where conversation pauses that happens every so often when people gather, he asks the widow if he might say a word.
“Of course. “ she says.
“Plethora.” he says.
“Thank you.” she tells him. “That means a lot.”