It’s been a week. It’s been raining a lot here in the mid-Atlantic which, on the one hand means I don’t have to water the garden; but on the other, the intensity of the rains means that many of my plants are flattened. Which feels like an apt metaphor for so much right now.
I’ve been watching The Flash on Netflix and I have been informed by reliable sources that Barry Allen is the worst although I’m not sure how much worser he could be than Batman but we shall see. I’m still only in the first season, and I have just gotten to the part of that season where everyone stops and takes a look at Harrison Wells and goes, “What the fuck is going on with you?” and where everyone but Iris knows that Barry’s The Flash which strikes me as supremely shitty of everyone, so maybe that is how Barry Allen is worse than Batman because at least pretty much no one knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne but at this point everyone but Iris knows about Barry. Also Cisco is the best. More Cisco if you don’t mind, showrunners.
After reading a couple of reviews of Vivian Shaw’s novel, Strange Practice, I couldn’t mash the buy button fast enough. I’m not very far into it, but it is a delight. Sensible paranormal creatures and a sensible protagonist. Yes, this. More, please.