my bad


That was close. My blog has been down for a couple weeks now, and it’s been really ticking me off. But at least it gave me a chance to get (shameless plug alert! shameless plug alert!) Sharp out.

If you haven’t heard, sharp is our new entertainment magazine that is taking the place of the Weekend tab in the Pocono Record. Also, you’re going to be able to find it at your favorite hangouts around the Poconos.

Instead of writing yet another description of what Sharp is all about, check out the editorial I wrote in the first issue (hyperlink is down somehow, it’s at, which came out this morning. That should pretty much do it.

There’s no way I can catch up on everything I haven’t written about, but I’ll just give some quick thoughts on some things I had often blogged about but didn’t have a chance to update over the last couple weeks:

–The Damages season finale was perfect. I had been down on the show ever since about episode 3, I thought it was getting pretty long for no reason at all, and the flashbacks were getting on my nerves. But the last two episodes were pretty brilliant, I spent the entire time wondering what was going to happen next. With all the build-up about how great Glen Close was — and she was great — Ted Danson blew everyone off the map. If there isn’t an Emmy nod for him next year, well, then I’m just dumbfounded and don’t know what the Emmys are looking for.

–But from the serious to the sublime — and that’s not a bad thing. nip/tuck settled back into Damages’ spot, and into the new Beverly Hills office. What a difference a change of scenery makes. It’s back to being funny, isn’t bogged down with nonsense and is making fun of itself in a really funny way. I can do without the domination mistress Tia Carrere is playing, but other than that, it’s a hoot. And yes, I just said “hoot.”

–One more finale I missed, Mad Men. I know there’s been a lot of criticism for the whole “I didn’t know I was preggers” thing, and rightfully so, I just don’t know how someone can’t know, though I’m sure it’s possible. That aside, a great ending to a super season. Don Draper deserved what he got — this was his penance for fooling around all over the place, and thinking he was above the world. You can’t have everything all the time, anytime you want. Life has told us that repeatedly, and TV has reinforced it. Don is reaping what he sowed, and you have to think he knew exactly that. But what a fantastic season. With the lackluster returns of Rescue Me, 24, Friday Night Lights and The Office, and the horrid debuts of Tell Me You Love Me and John From Cincinnati, Mad Men is looking like the year’s best show right now.

–Finally caught Darjeerling Limited last weekend. It’s no Rushmore or Tenenbaums, but it’s certainly better than Life Aquatic. Adrian Brody is a perfect sub for Luke Wilson, and it’s Wes Anderson’s most frank and realistic portrayal of family. It’s a very good movie I can certainly recommend, and it’s playing at Grand Cinema right now.

I’m tired. I’ll be back next week and be trying to blog a lot more regularly, promise.

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