BoJack BingeMan
I just spent another evening at home last night. It was warm enough again for me to bike to work and back -- with my jacket stuffed into my shoulder bag on the ride back -- and when I walked into the condo, Shobhit had Rachel Maddow's interview with Hillary Clinton playing on his laptop. Unlike most of the time when he's got his typical news programs playing (always with the news programs with him; always with the comedy with me), I was pretty interested in this one. I found myself wondering how many of even Rachel Maddow's fans probably hate Hillary Clinton. That was one of Hillary's great many huge problems -- how much she was hated, and still is, even on the left. And when it comes to that, I'm like, whatever. I've said over and over I never thought she was perfect, but neither has she ever been treated fairly, and she has always been the victim of transparent double standards when it comes to the way we treat women versus men. As such, I always have interest in what she has to say. I actually rather like Rachel Maddow, too; I'm just not generally into news programs.
(And to tell the truth, my already-low interest significantly waned even from that level after reading Nate Silver's book The Signal and the Noise: Why So Many Predictions Fail -- but Some Don't, which had a whole chapter dedicated to presenting data showing how seldom TV pundits of any political stripe are right about anything. They're all full of shit, so why bother watching, except to indulge in confirmation bias? It's also because of that book, incidentally, that I rely most heavily on the National Weather Service for weather forecasts: they are right more often than anyone else. I'm suddenly realizing that this may be the one book that has had the most practical lasting impact on my beliefs and behaviors of any book I have ever read.)
Anyway, soon enough, after eating a lovely dinner Shobhit had prepared, the news program clips moved on to other guests and topics, and I was eager to get back to season 5 of BoJack Horseman. I basically binged the entire back half of the season last night. I fucking love that show, and really should go right back to the very first season and re-watch all of it, re-focusing on the seemingly infinite number of blink-and-you-miss-them sight gags. Binging may not really be the best bet for a show so packed with visual information, but it's so great I can't keep myself from plowing through it.
That basically took up the rest of my evening.
Well, I just ate my lunch out on the patio again, possibly for the last time this year. I checked the weather and it said 59°; I grabbed my jacket, grabbed my pizza, and went outside. Being cloudy today, that 59° felt much cooler than it did yesterday in the sun -- it felt colder, in fact, than maybe any other time I've eaten out there. I was really glad I took my jacket.
Matt, Director of Store Operations, came out and joined me. We agreed we should take advantage of sitting out there while we can. He and I chatted for quite a while; I learned he lived in Olympia for twenty years and two of his sons and their families still live there -- and they are all familiar with the Shipwreck Café! While we were talking, I saw Alicia come out the door and stand for a second, obviously testing the temperature. She did not bring a jacket, and clearly wasn't into it; she was eating at the indoor kitchen table when I finished and came back inside.
I've been able to bike to work and back most of this week -- in contrast to most of last week -- but this is it, probably: 50% chance of rain tomorrow, so I'm liable to bus it. Maybe not, though; it depends on which hours my app shows likelihood of rain. I clearly don't have a whole lot longer to ride, although the weather next week is looking pretty good for it.
[posted 12:29 pm]