You’ve cut the cord … now what?

A former television executive does the formerly-unthinkable…and never looks back

 

I cut my cable (in my case, satellite) TV cord over 5 years ago.  As a former television executive for 20+ years in Los Angeles, and a major TV fan, I never thought I could make it work.  And it did take a few years for enough streaming channels to emerge to satisfy me.  Plus, I had to move out of the Valley and to an area where I could get the local channels over the air with an antenna (which ended up being Missouri), and I had to wait for streaming to get fast enough to not annoy me with constant buffering.

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True Detective Finale…Finally

If clusterf*ck wasn’t already a word, it would have been invented for this show. It was a ridiculously self-indulgent piece of crap, parading as a trying-too-hard-to-be-film-noir-ish piece of crap.

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But the best part about this hideous show was reading Josh Dickey’s hilarious recaps on Mashable. They made me feel not-so-stupid, at least.

Like everyone else, I had such high hopes for this show that I even convinced my neighbor and good friend to host True Detective dinner parties. She will never forgive me, or believe me again. But at least we had 8 good dinners. And the shootings, the whispering, the mumbling, the constant re-winding (“What did he say?”)…it’s all over now.

It’s safe to go back to television.

#sogladitsover

Only in…Beverly Hills

The Story of a Bedazzled Skull Purse and a Real Housewife…

Because I live in Los Angeles, some of my doctors are superstars.  There’s a “No Paparazzi” sign in the parking lot of my ob/gyn (not kidding).  My annual trips to the rarified Hills of Beverly are always interesting, and sometimes noteworthy.  At the very least, I come away with fun photos of the window displays, which I process on my iPhone while I’m waiting, and share with my doctor(s).

Yesterday, as I was coming out of my optometrist’s office, I ran straight into stiletto heels, a skin-tight black dress (in the middle of the afternoon) and…Lisa Vanderpump, my favorite on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  BTW, she looked absolutely GORGEOUS in person! Teeny-tiny, perfect figure.  Because I’m old enough that I don’t have to be cool anymore, I said “Oh, I just saw you last night!” (on television; the new season just premiered).

Lisa:  “It was cute, right?  No big fights…really…for a change.”

Me: “It was fun!  I get a kick out of you girls.  And I love Giggy and your gorgeous husband.”

Lisa: “Thank you, dear!”

And she was gone.  Before I could even show her my photos of the bedazzled skull purse.

From Whaaat?? to WTF????

Last year’s American Horror Story eased into the weird, but American Horror Story: Asylum has gone straight from “What?” to “WTF???” in a bloody heartbeat.  It’s bloody, violent, crazy, and deliciously confusing.  Electro-shock therapy, exorcisms, alien abductions, mythical forest beasts, lipstick lesbians, lipstick scientists…I have no idea where it’s going, but the ride is going to be a scary blast!