I don’t think you’ll find anyone complaining amount the amount of rain we’ve received so far in 2012. Weather experts had been predicting a dry winter because of a La Niña pattern in the Pacific. 80% of the time that leads to dry weather. This year is one of the exceptions, and everyone is grateful. We’ve had the 6th wettest start to a year on record, nearly double the normal accumulation for the first six weeks. When the next state-of-the-drought announcement is made on Thursday, they may officially declare us out of the drought. Everything is soggy, but in a good way.
Is it wrong that I’m pleased that my cumulative score on Angry Birds is among the top 0.006% of all 25 million people playing the game? It’s a great time killer waster.
My patience with certain newish TV shows is running thin. I dropped The River in the second episode and this week I deleted The Walking Dead from my DVR after about 15 minutes of the second episode, too. I couldn’t figure out why I was watching. I just didn’t care. On the other hand, I’m hanging in with Alcatraz because I’m enjoying the mystery and the weekly ventures into the past and I like most of the characters. I wasn’t quite as connected with the story this week, especially when they started throwing phosgene around like it was no big deal. Nasty stuff. If you can smell it, you’re already dead.
The ending of Fringe confused me. I sure hope the writers know where they’re going with this. Looking forward to next week’s episode, though, for some answers to one of the show’s most pervasive mysteries.
There were enough fake-outs at the end of this week’s Castle to keep it from being predictable. The mole is him. No it’s him—he cleverly masked his identity. But then it turns out it wasn’t him at all but someone else who was even cleverer. The plotline reminded me of Hari Seldon’t concept of psychohistory from the Foundation “trilogy” by Isaac Asimov—the notion that you can predict the outcome of a watershed moment. I was afraid that they were going to hand-wave away the crux of the matter with something lame, but the writers offered a satisfactory explanation of the McGuffin. Enough to satisfy this viewer, at least. The opening scene in the submerged car was very effective, in my opinion, and I liked the moments between Beckett and the CIA operative. Katic does so much active listening, I always find her fascinating to watch. And the little hip bump with Castle at the very end was cute.
