Shit--I forgot to mention earlier--Criterion's entire catalog is apparently available for free on Hulu this weekend.

Head injuries are amazingly precise and predictable on TV. I'm not sure why this particular writer's crutch persists in the face of a lot of other nods to reality, but so it is.

Mostly I want to know where every writer researches their super ninja guys, the ones that used to work for a shadowy government group but now are working either independently or for the private sector. Because it does feel like each show is making up their own version of former-whatever, and I'd love to know what's grounded in reality...no, that's not it. I'd love to know which are the wackest.

I've been reading Savage Love off and on since about the mid-90s. Now and then I'll wince and say "Jesus, Dan..." but most of the time the stuff he says it pretty sane. He does joke about finding girl-parts unappealing but it generally seems (to me) like gross-boy-being-gross humor. He does pretty frequently issue apologies or clarifies or discusses further (I have some vague memories relating to a couple of numbers on that list). And he has evolved over time on specific points and will say so. The fat-o-phobe shit is tiresome, but the It Gets Better Project [link] earns him a good bit of grace from me.

And he's not always crap with women... this column (had to hit re-load a few times, no idea why) is one of the first I read and has come down as something of a classic. [link]

Ugh, FB reports that poor Scrappy is stranded overnight at the Charlotte, SC airport on her way back from The Netherlands.

Ugh. Poor Scrappy.

I am on the train back to Dublin. I have two days to do the town up. Did I mention I have caught a cold? I was out and about yesterday, but I was feeling pretty miserable. I think the worst of it is over...except that I have been awake since about 5AM because I was too hot with a fever to sleep. Caffeine and tylenol will be my friends.

HI PEEPS. just up from a LOVELY couple of hours of sleeping on the floor here in Charlotte. My plane arrived last night I time for make my connection to LAX, but then we sat for over three hours on the Tarmac. Since I was flying in from Amsterdam, I was already short of sleep, so the whole thing was sad-making. Worst of all is that my DH leaves on a trip this morning and the only flight we could get me on today doesn't get in until 6:30pm, so I don't get to see him until Tuesday night.

Yeesh! Good luck with the rest of the travel, Scrappy. Adventures are rarely fun when you're having them....

Speaking of adventure, I'm trying to decide whether to attempt driving to the Catskills this morning or not, because the snow is a-blowing, but the worst of it is supposed to be over by noon -- and it's moving west-to-east, which means the further west I drive, the better it should get. (The Catskills aren't supposed to get anything.)

In good news, my early morning wandering a have revealed a small spa right here in the airport. There will be massage in my future, I promise you.

Oh jeez, Scrappy. A massage sounds like just the ticket.

Timelines all! It is snowing here. I foresee much take-out in my future.( Luckily our flight isn't until tomorrow.)

Poor Scrappy! A massage sounds too right, right about now. What a bother.

I wish there had been a spa at Heathrow the time I was stranded there overnight because 'they had a plane but now crew' despite having sold out the plane.

All I got was a voucher for beans on toast.

Yeesh.

I'm having a bit of envy over Sheryl's snow forecast. We've been promised snow for days with nary a flake.

This morning, I looked out and the bright, clear skies nearly fooled me. I had the presence of mind to check weather.com to find out it 'felt like 19' out.

Maybe if you were standing still, it felt like 19. Walking to a friend's house to take care of her guinea pigs, the wind came up so sharply, my face froze. Thank goodness I'd put my snow pants on.

Cagney was wearing layers...a polo shirt under a fleece vest and he was still shivering.

br.

I'm sure everyone else is way ahead of this curve, but I just found Live from Daryl's House.

Daryl Hall has combined the best of everything in his life into a web series of interviews/mini concerts/food demos from his NY farm.

The link above goes directly to his collaboration with Jason Mraz on "I won't give up." It's like church. I'm a supersucker for gospel-sounding anthems.

Other guests range from Booker T. to Joe Walsh to new bands I've not yet heard of. Just a bunch of people doing what they love.