September 2nd, 2007



Too much Harlan Ellison? One too many episodes of the Prisoner? Or just a bizarre love of octagons? I don't know the answer, but something possessed me to spend the afternoon today watching the Fox Reality *wince, shudder* show Solitary v2.0.

As I was telling faintheart, I generally loathe "reality" television. But I found myself drawn into this one, and we ended up watching the mini-marathon of all the episodes so far, I think about four hours worth. The SF-like setting is part of the lure, I'm certain. The other part may well be that it's the first of these sorts of show that I can imagine competing in myself. Or at least I could at the beginning of the episodes, when it seemed like the isolation was going to be the major test. Later it became apparent that I'd never last through the physical 'treatments' were I miraculously to become photogenic or contentious enough to survive the casting call. Hmm, I imagine that's part of it as well - since the 'guests' are all isolated from each other, they can't get into the stupid high-drama fights over nothing that serve to make things "exciting".

Worse yet, I'm actually involved and curious enough to consider trying to arrange to watch the remaining episodes as they appear. I begin to feel myself one sick puppy.

[Sorry about the abundance of quotation marks - single quotes are the show's designations; double quotes are my snark.]


I guess we are staying here (this house) until January - the landlord called and offered to reduce our rent by $300 a month if we would stay. Um, okay - we were having trouble finding a place anyway, this gives us some more time for the stars to align such that that can occur. Plus I don't have to throw a confusing address change into the less-than-volitile atmosphere surrounding my attempts to get my retirement sorted out. That would probably be the cause of another year or so's delay. The rent reduction is gratefully accepted, and all I can hope is that we have a milder winter so the savings doesn't all go to the electric company.

If I sound cranky, I'm mostly just tired and unsettled. I don't actually anticipate getting to feeling settled for a long while hence. Depending, for example, on how long it takes until we are installed in a stairs-free environment. Or how long before I figure out why these particular ants don't die when I use the soapy water defense. I've varied the soap/water ratio a fair bit without noticeable change in result; perhaps next I shall switch brands of soap.