Silicon Valley’s ’5 Guys’ Power Rankings: ‘The Cap Table’

April 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

1965416_292093250938048_126115226_oEvery week during this opening season of Silicon ValleyA man must have a code will write the ’5 Guys’ power rankings in lieu of writing episode recaps. Hopefully, this, just like the show itself, will continue forever and ever until infinity. Or should I say, until ‘∞’. (That’s right, I too know H.T.M.L.)

Please understand that no virgins were starved to death in the writing of this week’s list. « Read the rest of this entry »

Silicon Valley’s ’5 Guys’ Power Rankings: ‘Minimal Viable Product’

April 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

1965416_292093250938048_126115226_oEvery week during this opening season of Silicon ValleyA man must have a code will write the ’5 Guys’ power rankings in lieu of writing episode recaps. Hopefully, this, just like the show itself, will continue forever and ever until infinity. Or should I say, until ‘∞’. (That’s right, I too know H.T.M.L.)

What’s the list for this pilot episode? Well fly on in, dear reader. (Yeah, I’ll work on that.)  « Read the rest of this entry »

Shameless, ‘Lazarus’ season finale: Native American kids

April 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

“She doesn’t want to have sex. Something about her mom’s old boyfriend being in a biker gang.” 

Credit: Showtime

Credit: Showtime

And so the prophecy came to be realized. It dictated that on the 12th episode of the fourth season, Frank Gallagher would walk, or rather wheel himself, or rather have his young son wheel him, to the frozen Lake Michigan. There, he would take the bottle, or rather have said son give it to him, and he would stand up and proclaim himself alive, all with the gorgeous Chicago skyline in the background. Because, against all odds except his own, he is still alive. Frank is still here, you fucker. “Frank Gallagher. I’m alive!”

He is all of us viewers. After a seminal season 4, and a very solid finale, we’re defiant. “That all you got, John Wells? That’s it?! We’re not crying! We’ve cried in ‘There’s The Rub,’ in ‘Iron City‘ too and again in ‘The Legend of Bonnie and Carl,’ but you’re off in ‘Lazarus’. We’re not fuckin’ crying!” Just then, Frank shows just the most fleeting hint of regret. Of shame. He made it but at what cost, he seems to think.

Well, you’ve got us yet again, you fucker. « Read the rest of this entry »

Shameless, ‘Emily’ review: Ruby Tuesdays

April 7, 2014 § 1 Comment

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to wear a fuckin’ dress.” 

Credit: Showtime

Credit: Showtime

Everywhere she looked, it was ugly. Obviously, this bus wasn’t “a sightseeing bus,” because sightseeing tends to be a treat for sore eyes. Fiona was heading to jail, and there was “nothing to see here,” like that old police cliché they use in movies.

This ‘Emily’ episode of Shameless might as well have been a sightseeing bus for the viewer. Not all of it was pretty, really, but with television the most impressive is often the scariest, most touching and the saddest.

And Mickey’s coming-out party was all of the above and much, much more.  « Read the rest of this entry »

Shameless, ‘Liver, I Hardly Know Her’ review: Rural charm

April 3, 2014 § 1 Comment

“A transplant, that’s a major medical procedure. This guy is a dealer I met in a parking lot after a Fish concert.” 

Credit: Showtime

Credit: Showtime

The man was just a cab driver, but so what? The man used to be a surgeon, or so he said, and for Sheila and Sammi “used to be” is the next best thing to “is.” That’s all the time they (read: Frank) had anyway.

The two ARE Shameless, the show. They don’t necessarily doubt what another person tells them, and it’s the way that this show treats its characters. Contempt? No. Passing judgment? Neither. All Shameless characters are just humans. And sometimes, they’re cab drivers.  « Read the rest of this entry »

Grandma died this morning.

March 28, 2014 § 4 Comments

Sometimes, when you’re not sure where to start, you should start with the beginning, with the essential. That’s the simplest thing to do. And in these times, simple is good. 1891369_10202355567465366_1050305742_o

I love you, grandma. It’d be silly to start with anything else but this. I love you purely and with all my heart. You passed away this morning, leaving us at 8:00 a.m. It’s my dad who told me a little later, at around 8:30 a.m.

It’s brainstem metastases that killed you. A cancer, yep. A cancer, or something like that because I don’t care about “why.” Obviously, the “why” matters, but not to me. Not today. You died this morning, and the “why” is a motherfu-you-know-what today.

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Grand-maman est morte ce matin.

March 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

Parfois, quand on sait pas par où commencer, suffit de commencer par le début, par l’essentiel. C’est souvent ça le plus simple. 1891369_10202355567465366_1050305742_o

Je t’aime, grand-maman. Ça serait inutile de commencer ailleurs que là. Je t’aime purement et simplement, du plus profond de moi. T’es partie ce matin, décédée à 8h00; c’est mon père qui me l’a dit, vers 8h30.

Ce sont des métastases dans le tronc cérébral qui t’ont tuée, un cancer donc; un cancer, ou un truc du genre, parce que le «pourquoi» importe peu. Évidemment, c’est important mais pas pour moi. Pas aujourd’hui. Tu es morte ce matin, et le «pourquoi» je m’en tabar-tu-sais-quoi aujourd’hui.

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