21 years of blogging

I've been travelling (more about that in a few weeks) and I noticed my habitual compulsion to diarise to the degree that, when embarking on a walk of some sort (which I have been doing a lot) I frame it with intro pictures and a narrative. I saw some suck write something somewhere, probably a suck meme, about how you should live in the moment instead of always trying to record it, but geez, for me recording it is part of being in the moment. 

When I look back on the early posts, which I don't do often, I certainly seem to be in amongst it - in amongst something. Or quite a few things. Lots of going out to see bands, lots of going out to walk dogs. I guess like a lot of people of my general age, covid killed (basically, essentially) my band seeing, though I will still very occasionally. Maybe covid killed that great time of bands in Melbourne but that's hard to be objective about. 

I think also back then I was proselytising for things I liked, and framing it in a sort of good humoured cajoling way that could as easily be irritating for the reader as anything else, maybe more easily irritating. I still have that aspect to me, that I can't believe people can't get as excited as I am about various things, arguably even things that everyone else has long moved on from, like, I don't know, Neil Sedaka that week I really liked early 70s Neil Sedaka. I can't imagine how I got to be like this. 

'Those nice things you said and thought about me for a brief few days seven or eight years ago made it all worthwhile - sorry but now I have to die - NS'

the end of the mentalist (spoiler)

Yellow John in Swanston St recently
 

OMG the final episode of The Mentalist is just like a... put it this way, in fifty years some geek will say 'That last episode was obviously written by AI' and a geekier geek will say, 'But AI didn't really start until around 2022. So that was just human laziness.' So Patrick and Teresa are going to get married but there is a bit of kerfuffle amongst their FBI colleagues about whether they should be told that the serial killer Patrick thought he blew up in the basement with the old gas+in+the+room+with+chewing+gum+on+the+lightbulb+and+the+bulb+heats+up+and+cracks+and+there's+an+explosion trick (very MacGuyver/Burn Notice) is actually still wandering around like a burned zombie unchallenged by all who see them however grotesque he looks, with a strong impulse to kill presumably Patrick and everyone he cares about. Well, somehow, he gets to the wedding but then the FBI all know he's there and even Teresa has a gun on him, alongside 15 others. I mean it's ridiculously lame (to be fair, I don't quite understand how the FBI knew where he would be, so maybe there's something really cunning in there that I blanked on). 

A-a-a-anyway I'll miss The Mentalist but I'll forget it soon enough. 

the final season of the mentalist

 

So the final season of The Mentalist is a curate's egg. Once Patrick kills his bête noir Red John in a Hitchcockesque park on a Hitchcockesque day the show loses its entire backbone and flails around on the beach. Actually, it's not terrible, and the bit you'd think was really problematic - that Patrick and Teresa become a couple - works. You can see Robin Tunney really embrace a new side of Teresa (new to us) and she and Simon Baker really have a chemistry, I have to say. You could almost imagine the two of them having a show of their own, I mean, not The Mentalist. 

But clearly it was time to finish up the production and as I write I am watching the second-last ever episode. 

The show's producers concocted some kind of weirdo serial killer thing to ramp up the thrills to get us to a finale that approximates some of the same kind of feels we had during the Red John years. It feels weird that Patrick is not a lone wolf anymore, though. 

not very interesting imo, me in the US forty years ago (and a bit)

This is me in Olympia (top) and San Francisco (middle and bottom). It was actually April 1986. I flew into SF just before my 21st birthday, and took a train I think (must have) up to Olympia, or near enough. Yeah, I know, there are train tracks in the Olympia picture but they were just for goods trains. I was kind of captivated by the train line in the road. I don't know why those state buildings (in the middle) were at all interesting to me. Supermarkets kind of thrilled me, with their crazy products (orange cheese etc). I seem apparently happy to just stand in front of things disengagedly. 

I was on my way to Thatcher's Britain which sucked a big turd but at least I saw The Smiths and, er, Stump or whatever. And I got to endure the Chernobyl cloud and be somewhat arguably possibly exposed to mad cow disease. 

the mentalist and the poochies

Series 6 of The Mentalist is madness. I mean, the show was always highly improbably and at some times quite problematically formulaic. But once Patrick kills his bete noir Red John, and he really does, the show is pretty aimless. It needn't have been, but it was. I would so much hate myself if I was, for instance, Joe Adler who played the character of Wiley, this guy, who's the kind of hotshot whiz kid computer boy, brought in to zhouzh up a tired program in its sixth season. We know nothing about him except he sits in a chair all day and can do anything at all in front of a computer. 'According to his credit card activity, he...' 

Meanwhile this season is seeded throughout with not 'will they won't they' but 'when the hell will they' between Patrick and Teresa, where they keep saying minorly dumb things to each other about how they like each other a little bit. 

Nancy of course couldn't give a loose root. 

Can't wait for season 7!!!

the end of the slate culture gabfest

So, I don't really know why this has happened but the Slate Culture Gabfest has come to an end, apparently without acrimony amongst the three hosts who have been doing it for 18 years but also, apparently, in a rather rushed decision (and presumably no will on the part of Slate to experiment with a new team, for instance, though they have had plenty of fill-ins over time, in a way that made me wonder whether they were planning a personnel transition). 

Insert generic nameplate here. Oh, I just did! 

My response when they announced the death of the show, a few weeks ago, was typical denial - I just stopped listening! So there are a couple of recent eps I haven't heard, and that is after loyal listenership since at least 2013, surely earlier. But if they have been tired or uninspired, the team of Steve, Dana and Julia absolutely haven't shown it. The program is as fresh now as ever, IMO. I have long really enjoyed it.

A listener phoned in to say that one of the things they really liked about the Culture Gabfest was that it showed how to educate/enlighten without talking down to someone, and that's really true. I wonder if I can say that the CG has changed my approach in any way. It may have. It's been a bit of a beacon, and certainly most of the things discussed have not really been in my wheelhouse (though more than the films usually talked about in the Filmcast, about which I could not give two shits) but I have enjoyed the way they've been analysed. 

Now, my only Slate podcast is the Political Gabfest (there are other podcasts and they're good but it's impossible to get them on my phone). I think it's time to give up on Slate, cuz the whole thing is a subscription headache every year and it's too American for me, overall. Lots of American things are. 

red rooster outlet soon to be demolished

It's at least 42 years old. Judging by this ad from the Age 30 May 1984p. 66.

Gross, gross, gross. I wonder what will replace this building?