That five-second sound byte of Gloria Estefan’s “Get On Your Feet” playing on a loop was genius. That entire ice-rink rally sequence was the funniest thing I’ve watched on TV since Buble Duets on SNL/that entire episode last month. Oh, and not to mention Champion!
Watching several seasons of a show at once on Netflix/online is both an extreme indulgence and an extreme downer. I just finished watching the penultimate episode of Breaking Bad season four, and I’m torn between watching the (apparently mind blowing from what I gather?) season finale right away because I can’t even take what’s going on, it’s SO intense—and taking my time to watch it because it means having to actually WAIT until the new season starts…(which in a way is a better situation than finishing Friday Night Lights on Netflix). On the flip side it also means my nights’ plans will no longer revolve around watching Breaking Bad, and that’s a relief.
“If history is written by the winners, who tells the story of the losers? Who sings of the strivers, con men, lechers, failed artists, degenerates, alcoholics, barbiturate-poppers, neurotics, depressives, hustlers, cranky intellectuals, dissolute heirs, and whores? The novelist—that’s who. These losers are the heroes of most of the greatest novels of the 20th century. With apologies to Howard Zinn, the people’s history of the United States has been written by its novelists.”—Nathaniel Rich, The 20th Century in Novels (Daily Beast)