Which is pretty usual, actually.
Of course, one of the advantages to being a nobody former-author with enough mental issues to shake a stick at and then run away from because one of them might come back to bite you is...
That I can ramble for England and no one will give a fuck!
And the best of it is, basically none of it will be anything to do with my shitty writing — so if you're expecting that, you can toddle off now, there's nothing here for you.
The new season of The Tick started on Friday, which made me unreasonably happy. I'd have just been happy, but what made me unreasonably so was the fact that, instead of releasing episodes weekly as had apparently been done for the first half of the season — and as the creator Ben Edlund had, apparently, said he preferred, in order to create "water cooler moments" — they released the whole season in a batch.
And honestly I was a little disappointed. After all, the creator had preferred a certain way, and while I, like a lot of other people, was disappointed he'd chosen that way I (unlike quite a few of said other people) figured it was his right to choose that way. So I was fully prepared for settling down on Friday nights. (Or Saturdays. Usually Saturdays.)
And lo, I went to watch the first episode today (Saturday, for the record, not Friday) and... there's the whole season.
Which is the unreasonably happy bit.
And yet, as is so often the case, self-control deserted me; I watched four episodes in one sitting. Which is less heinous than watching half of Stranger Things in one go, to be fair, since each episode is only half an hour long, but this means I only have two episodes left and then it's done.
And then I'll have to go back to watching fucking Outlander to make Amazon Prime worth it. And not even the one with Jim Caveizel.
I really need to finish Parks and Rec. and Black Mirror...
Why can't I pay for Netflix up front like Amazon?
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.