This is what greeted me as I sat down to type this morning. It disappeared right away as Pandora’s screen dissolved into my Gabriel Faure playlist. I spent half an hour trying to recreate it by downloading a blue screen taking a picture with my Samsung camera and then trying to figure out how to download that to Flickr or Google Plus or to an email to put on my computer. Well, Flickr won out and I chalk it up to more brain teasing to keep me up on how to work the online world.
I mentioned the Kevin Spacey series on Netflix in the last post. By the way, did I ever tell you that I once worked with Kev in a movie? I did. I was an extra in Iron Will twenty years ago. I got paid too.
Claudia and I laughed along with the Oscar audience when he came out to present at Sunday’s Academy Awards broadcast and said he’d just dropped in from Washington DC. His amoral character breaks the fourth wall all the time to explain what he’s up to and belittle the people he’s busy slitting the throats of. Maybe that’w what my blog amounts to. My fourth wall.
We saw the original BBC series which came out over twenty years ago. I was surprised when I googled it to see it was a mere four episodes long. The American version is up to 26 now and our protagonist, surely not a hero, has climbed the greasy pole and his audience is looking down on the wrecked people in his wake wondering which might pull him back down.
