Not much to tell today. I walked home from work yesterday, helped Shobhit make chole baturas for dinner, and then we spent the rest of the evening watching TV while I did the laundry.
We watched the last five episodes of the seventh and final season of The Golden Girls, thereby finishing up our run through of the entire series from beginning to end. We started sometime in the fall. I guess now our full initiation into Gay Middle Age is complete.
I told Shobhit about how there was one more season after that, as I recalled, called The Golden Palace. I don't remember anything about the concept -- I thought it was just about Rose, Blanche and Sophia continuing to live together; I didn't remember anything about them buying a hotel. Shobhit wanted to try and find this season streaming online, but neither Hulu, HBO Go or Netflix had it. I just now checked Netflix for DVD rentals, and they don't even appear to have it on DVD. It was never the same without Bea Arthur anyway, I remember that much.
After that, I finally got around to checking out Fargo, and Shobhit and I watched the 69-minute pilot episode -- which, honestly, even knowing I was likely to like it (I've heard and read great things about it since it began), still exceeded my expectations. Shobhit seemed to like it even better than the 1996 movie starring Oscar-winning Frances McDormand, but I would still say that's objectively insane. Fargo the film is a masterpiece and perfectly cast across the board. This TV show pilot had at least one plot weakness but I can forgive that. I initially found myself feeling disappointed that the show apparently did not have a female cop as its central character like the film did -- but, well, of course that changed soon enough. I'm very, very much looking forward to watching more of this.
So I just got distracted by Twitter and that's honestly the only reason I'm posting this like twenty minutes later than usual today.
The highlight of my morning has been this New York Times profile of Tonya Harding, which was very well done, doesn't let her off the hook, but still offers her a level of compassion unfairly denied her for decades. I suppose there's slight irony to how much I've been sharing that -- here, on Twitter, and of course directly to Ivan, who has been on Team Tonya all along -- given my recent decision to cancel my subscription to the New York Times. But you see, that's the thing -- the New York Times still features great stuff, arguably even more than the Washington Post does. But the Post is not pandering to Trump's base or continuing a long-established and deep bias against Hillary Clinton the way I see the Times doing. That remains the issue for me, and I can't continue rewarding it with my financial support of their paper.