If you're a sailor (or if you've watched the Pirates of the Caribbean movies), you know that the doldrums are places in the oceans where the prevailing winds are calm or even non-existent, sometimes trapped sail-powered boats for days or weeks on end. If you're a landlubber, you know that the doldrums have come to refer to a period of listlessness or mild depression. Well, I'm not a sailor. Ever since the election but especially since the inauguration, I have been fighting to compartmentalize my sadness and horror at what this country is becoming. I'm not succeeding particularly well - although while I walk around feeling like crying all time, I am not actually crying all the time. So there's that. To be able to sleep at night, I have been severely restricting my online presence after making my phone calls/sending my emails to try to fight the power.
And my entertainment has been focused as well. I'm trying Tom Hardy's FX show, Taboo, although I am finding it slow (and since when are you allowed to say "fuck" on that level of cable? I'm all for it, of course. I was just surprised by it.). I plowed through Netflix's The O.A. and am almost done with their A Series of Unfortunate Events as well. Both shows are pretty well done and continue Netflix's strong streak of original programming. (For books I just plowed through my collection of old Bloom County and Outland books - dated 1980s through early 1990s - and it is amazing that so much of the stuff Berkeley Breathed was poking at back in those days - environmental damage/change, corrupt politics and Donald fucking Trump - are still issues today.)
Things will pick up here on the blog in a couple of weeks when The Walking Dead comes back. I'm even looking forward to watching that damn show again, where I can say, "Well, things are going to shit in the U.S. now but at least we aren't overrun with zombies." Yet, anyway.
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