A friend posted today, asking whether Fox’s “The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Let’s Do the Time Warp Again,” which aired Thursday night, was worth watching. As I started to respond, I realized I was typing…and typing… and typing. Sometimes a comment becomes a diatribe and the only option is to delete. With that in mind, here are some of my thoughts in raw, non-journalistic, fan-girl form.
A game to play with your favorite football fan, as long as they have a solid sense of humor.
One of the most benign items you can buy at the Museum of Sex.
Spotted in the window at Lillian-August at 12 W 20th St. in Manhattan, this pair of bold, purple chairs really caught my eye.
What interests me is the transition from meaningful, conscientious public reaction and outcry aimed at educating and improving us as a society into the vitriolic and vengeful hunger to destroy an individual’s life.
In the last week, three people I love and respect have shared Facebook posts that skip any attempt to rally the masses to fix systemic problems and jump right to shaming one specific person for being an example of said problems.
Spotted on the Brooklyn-bound F train at Bergen Street, a true blast from my past in an enticing lavender. I squealed when I saw them. For a brief moment, was certain I’d need to hunt them down and buy them.
An artistic tribute in an interesting place.
An illustrated depiction of a Pokémon Go encounter
I think it’d be swell to have more than a two-party system, but I’m cool with the option before me this election. If you are not, and you genuinely give a crap about making a valid and valuable third party happen at the presidential level…
An article in Wired announces that “The Self-Driving Car of the Future Comes With … a Bookshelf.”
Two thoughts immediately come to mind.