22 May 2026
While "60 is too many years" is grammatically correct as sixy is singular... 60 years is one entity, I think?- it's driving me bug shit. So I changed it.
Because the last thing standing between Us and Them is proper grammar, dammit, and I will stand by it! Even if I can't truly suss out whether 60 is plural or singular in this sentence. I could use AI.
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAAABWAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Ha.
I watched 9 News for a few minutes last night until the propoganda pissed me off. I saw that Harvard has ended its contract with ChatGPT. As everything we're seeing, nothing changes until the People Change It. I stand with Harvard.
I was "stuck" upstairs last night---can you hear the whiney privilege in my voice?--because Jim was shampooing the carpet downstairs. Generally we sit down there in the cave and binge watch shows until bed time. So I can't watch anything we watch together while I'm upstairs, and MONK was over so I had to watch Just Shoot Me. Note the privilege in "had to" watch on a second TV upstairs. Whiney. Privilege.
Also thanks for not judging my evening relaxation choices or the disorganization of my brain.
Just Shoot Me is not a show I ever recall watching. It has people in it that I recognize but that's about it.
The premise is awful.
I honestly thought we'd evolved farther by 1997, but clearly no. The old dad has remarried someone his daughter's age, he maniuplates his daughter into working for his sexist magazine by throwing free designer shoes and cappuccinos at her---and she forgets she's a real journalist?
What just happened? Someone who was clearly written to be a tough reporter suddenly becomes gooney bird stupid over shoes?
'cause at heart she's just a girl, and all girls like shoes.
UGH. Barf.
So Many Issues.
She doesn't think she's pretty, so she makes faces for her ID photos. And Malthasar (the actor who plays the photographer in this show is in Galaxy Quest) rubs her shoulders and makes her close her eyes and imagine she's in a sexy gown and looks pretty and everybody's touching everybody and David Spade is a sexist dick and I threw up and turned it off. I think I made it three or four episodes in. There was a whole thing with David Spade being annoyed at being called a secretary, which is what his job appears to be. Ugh.
UGH. Barf.
Wendy Malick is a better actor than this writing. Laura San Giacomo is a better actor than this tripe. Yet...here they are. Tripe. If you don't know what "tripe" is, look it up or watch Just Shoot Me. It also still felt very 1980's with the fashion magazine and thin storylines but it's supposed to be 1997. UGH. Just UGH.
I think it was a popular show, but I have no idea. In 1997 I had a one year old and was pregnant, so I was busy. I listened to NPR in the morning and watched Quantum Leap reruns while nursing and pumping. When was Frasier? I remember watching that show and liking it a great deal. Now when I rewatch, I feel the same UGH/Barf issues with Roz's storyline. Why can't women just be strong and not neurotics who "just need a man".
Watching Just Shoot Me reminded me that I dipped out of the mid to late 90's. I had two kids. I was busy. When we did get time together after the kids went to bed, it was FOX or HBO on Sunday nights. Mulder and Scully or Tony Soprano, for several years there we only watched HBO shows. The writing was so much better.
Now with Hulu and Netflix, I can revisit shows I missed and conclude that...I really didn't miss much. In fact, I missed nothing.
When I dip in to binge watch, I find myself returning to 30 Rock, Brooklyn 99, The Good Place and Schitt's Creek. Jim and I are watching Scrubs and I can taste the bile...but I manage. At least the first three seasons were funny funny. Why can't Eliot just be a doctor and why does JD have to constantly objectify women and Why OH Why (you must say that in Dr. Cox's voice for full effect) are all the women skinny ass blondes except for Carla? And Jordan. But she's married to the guy who created the show, so she doesn't count. He wrote ONE "strong" female role and his wife got it. Hmmm...
Ok. Lunch is almost over. Last day for my odd period classes. Anyone want to put bets on how many show up for fifth period? I say two.
I'll let you know.
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