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Gallifrey One 28

Saturday's centerpiece is of course the Masquerade. This was the first year no one I knew was participating, but it was still an enjoyable show with Tony Lee as MC. I may be mistaken but it seemed like there were also fewer Master division entries than usual. But there was definitely some good stuff up there all the same. And like at most conventions there was a halftime show while the judges, including Jude Hudson herself, went off to deliberate.

Normally the halftime is some sort of gameshow, but this time was a bit of a surprise as we got a band instead, called Awesome City Limits. Its no secret that I love it when conventions expand their usual repertoire, especially in regards to live geeky music which has experienced such an explosion of variety and talent in the last decade. And this band was pretty great so I was quite a happy camper.

The judges came back with their decisions, most of which I agreed with entirely, and then it was off to get some alcohol in my system in order to be ready for the Night of the Living Dead Discotheque. I had been excited to experience the DJ skills of Paul Condon, who was in charge two years ago and had been listed initially in the schedule, but Shawn Crosby did a fine job in his stead and I got a lot of dancing in. Once that wrapped (sadly early) there was a certain amount of running around culminating in the lobby, of course, where some people where running this all-night ribbon contest that was strange and confusing to my poor drunk and tired brain but all the same very entertaining.

There were no interesting early panels on Sunday thank goodness so we staggered off to Denny's and generally had a chill day of watching one panel after another in the main room, partly because they were the most interesting ones and partly because of inertia. Then it was time for closing ceremonies, sad but always a bit of a love-fest. We left before next year's preview in order to have dinner with Leigh Ann and Leo at a joint Italian and Persian place nearby. It isn't fusion, but rather has the two cuisines separately. We chose the Persian and had some really amazing dishes including a pomegranate based one, fesenjan I think.

Sunday evening at Gally means drinking the last of the booze, trying to talk to everyone you have missed, and generally sucking the marrow out of the convention. We spent time in the smoking area watching the cool kids compare ribbon trains, and in the lobby getting increasingly maudlin, and we made facebook friends with a Gally fellow-traveller who happens to be local to us in Southampton. And then, sadly it was bedtime. But Gally always saves that last bit of magic for you, and we had a brief but lovely encounter with the luminous Lalla Ward on our way up to our room, and a final late night chat with the charming Simon Fisher-Becker.

And that was it, Gallifrey One was over for another year. Monday morning we ran some errands nearby, got back in time to say goodbye to friends, and then boarded our plane back home.

California

The last few months have been dispiriting to say the least, and for a lot of people I know one of the side-effects on a personal level a has been a distinct lack of enthusiasm for creative endeavours. Everything seems small and trivial when the world appears to be falling apart at a global geopolitical level.

So it was with mixed feelings that I made plans to travel to California for a two week visit culminating in attending Gallifrey One. The planning had happened in the run up and just after the election, and there were times when I seriously wondered if it wold be better to just cancel, but seeing the post-election protests and organizing did help a bit.

So on Feb 5th we flew into LAX, first to spend a few days with my sister in Santa Monica. We arrived to rainy weather which lasted most of the two weeks we were there with the exception of two lovely sunny days. The rain was the end of a decade long drought in California so one can't complain too much, but on the other hand it also caused massive flooding and damage to the Oroville Dam, so it wasn't a drizzle either.

While in SoCal we squeezed in as much as we could in a short time. The first thing we did though was check out the local Pokemon, because first of all Tauros but also as it turns out, big cities have waaaaay more Pokemon and Pokestops than small ones and LA, Santa Monica, Oakland, Berkeley, and SF are all pretty big. So many Pokemans y'all.

On the first morning John had some errands to run so after a nice big breakfast Ashley and I went to see the excellent, infuriating James Baldwin documentary I Am Not Your Negro. I have never read any Baldwin and expected a biographical look at his life and work, which it only sort of is. More than that it's about the assassinations of Medgar Evers, Malcom X, and Martin Luther King Jr. and Baldwin's thoughts on race relations in the US. The short takeaway is his quote that "white is a metaphor for power" .

After the movie we met up with John and headed downtown on the new Expo line, which is finally up and running, to visit The Last Bookstore. I had not heard of this place before but it is a wonderfully sprawling space filled with new and used books. The upstairs has an excellent science fiction section as well as a row of artist galleries and we spent a happy couple of hours exploring. Then it was back home where Andres cooked up a tasty pasta dinner and we tottered off to bed embarrassingly early.

Tuesday Ashley had to work so we headed out on our own and after pancakes at IHOP hopped on Expo to see the California Science Center where the Space Shuttle Endeavour is on display. We spent a couple of happy hours visiting that exhibit, which is already pretty great but apparently in the process of being upgraded till it was time to meet up with my brother, who picked us up and whisked us up to the Griffith Observatory for even more science.

I'm pretty sure I have been up to Griffith once before but found it closed on that visit, because I don't remember the interior at all and it is pretty spectacular. We saw a show in the planetarium and then ran around looking at the various exhibits and the beautiful art deco building. One of the standouts for me is along the Cosmic Corridor down to the lower level along which 2200 pieces of astronomy related jewelry are displayed in a glittering ribbon.

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Being Los Angeles, the drive home was long and full of traffic, so we arrived with plenty of appetite in time for a delicious steak dinner and some drinks before once more retiring at a sadly reasonable hour.

Wednesday my brother picked us up and kindly took up to a good old fifties diner called Pann's where John had chicken and waffles and I had an excellent hot link breakfast.

We flew into Oakland rather than SF and caught more Pokemon (hella Magnemites) before getting BART to the Sunset where we were crashing with my old roommate Palle for the next few days. The first order of business was cuddles with Harold, who has gotten even rounder and fluffier since I saw her last. Cat soundly cuddled we walked up to El Burrito Express for a burrito and settled into mainline some Better Off Ted. It was a good, relaxing way to spend our first day in SF and culminated with a late night excursion with Mr. Joe Price to get milkshakes at Orphan Andy's in the Castro, just like the good old days.

Thursday we'd planned to head into the city but right after our first breakfast at the trusty Tennessee Grill the skies opened up and a deluge of biblical proportions ensued. Umbrellas were useless and neither of us had brought waterproof shoes, much less proper raincoats, so we were soaked to the bone in seconds. We retreated to Palle's and spent an enforced lazy day hiding from the weather. This allowed me to subject John to The Dalek Invasion of Earth and The Terror of the Autons in preparation for Gally. When Palle got home we ordered pizza from Cybelles and mainlined a bit more Better Off Ted. Not the best use of holiday time but enjoyable nontheless and given my continuing post-airplane sniffles probably about right.

Friday we headed to the East Bay and our first stop was Games of Berkeley, which has moved to new digs. I was a bit worried that the move was bad news but am happy to say the new location is if anything superior and the store looks great. Done with that we stopped by Rasputin and Amoeba looking for a few things that are hard to get in the UK and popped into one last game store called Eudemonia in John's epic quest for Star Wars Destiny boosters. Miraculously they had some! John was very happy indeed and we left Berkeley triumphantly after a well deserved beer and pizza. Next stop, Oakland.

We got off at the 12th St. Oakland station by the wonderful Tribune Tower, which always looks fantastic at night. We had an hour or two before meeting up with our friends Anthony and Deb for drinks so the next order of business was some slightly more substantial food to lay down a base for those future tiki drinks. We Yelped a few options and I found a likely looking place called Abura-ya which proclaimed itself to be Japanese Friend Chicken. It's a counter service place with relatively little seating so we snagged a couple of stools facing the window and ordered ourselves eight pieces of chicken in two excellent sauces, one some kind of bbq and the other wasabi based. We spent some time chatting with the guy sitting next to us, who seemed charmed by John's Englishness, before heading back out into the night.

We arrived at Longitude a bit early and were lucky to snag a booth in the corner. The easy way to describe the place is as a tiki bar, but it really is more explorer/adventurer themed. We ordered blind and am honestly not sure what we got, the drinks were delicious all night but the service was a little vague. Once Ant and Deb arrived it didn't matter because Anthony could guide our drink orders and the company more than made up for any lapses in waitressing. It has been ages since I got to spend any real time with these two and it really did my soul good to see them again. Best part of the trip hands down.

Saturday was our last full day in the city and it was a good one too. We had a really nice lunch and caught up with Palle's parents, who are really just the best. It was one of the nice weather days of our visit so afterwards we walked over to Haight to see my friend Steve. We passed some older folks playing a banjo and hanging out in front of their house with a protest sign, probably from that morning's Ocean Beach protest. We stopped at the Haight St. Amoeba store, hoping to find The Middleman but coming up empty handed. We did locate a copy of Better Of Ted season 1 for cheap, so that turned out okay. We also took a brief detour to Gamescape on Divisidero because John really can't help himself, and then we headed to Steve's place. We hung out and talked till we got hungry, then popped across the street to Sushi Raw for some really great food, before wrapping up the evening with Saturday Night Live (Melissa McCarthy killing it as Spicer) and beers. We arrived back at Palle's tired but happy.

The next morning we woke up appropriately late, grabbed one last breakfast at the Tennesee Grill, squeezed Harold one last time, and then headed off to catch Caltrain to San Jose where Bryan and Mette picked us up at the station.

Before heading back to their place we grabbed dinner at a strange but good Vietnamese place called Bò Né which is outfitted like a nightclub from an early 90s low budget cyberpunk movie; led tables, murals of angels and fairies, and what I assume was a stage for karaoke. I didn't quite understand it but the food was good and I don't guess the decor was particularly aimed at me anyway.

The next day we went into San Jose for a bit to visit a game store, where Mette and John wandered about happily looking at all the things, and then downtown where we managed to run into Derek McCaw, who was also attending Gally this year. We had a chat while eating some chicken wings, then got Psycho Donuts and got back to the house in time to go get dinner at a Salvadorian/Mexican place called Chalateco which was loud and crowded but had pupusas and burritos and really good agua fresca, among other things.

I had originally had some grand ambitions of heading back into SF for Hubba Hubba/Death Guild and some last visits but the on again off again not-quite-a-cold that had been dogging me since the plane flight came back with a vengeance so we watched a strange and really dark early Mads Mikelsen film called Adam's Apple before calling it a night.

Tuesday was up and out at a reasonable hour in order to make good time down to the LA area. Nerds that we are we spent most of the trip playing trivia games and listening to stand up comedy, although John nailed multitasking and managed to read an entire book at the same time. We stopped for food and insanity at Bravo Farms and made nice time most of the way down. Bryan and Mette dropped us off at an Expo Line stop and headed to the LAX Marriott while we toddled off back to Santa Monica again to get some laundry done and catch some Pokemon. We also lucked out and found the local Sears was having a closing sale and managed to find some really good deals on Levi's. Round up the night with some good NY style pizza and colour us happy.

Although the convention official starts on Friday, Thursday is the official unofficial start so we had the hotel reserved from then, which meant that Wednesday was our last day of adventuring. We rejoined Bryan and Mette for it in Universal Studios, the original plan had been for Andres to join us as well but he got called into work at the last minute unfortunately. We got there early and spent the first couple of hours at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, which was really very cool. The design of the place is top notch and although I didn't go on the ride itself I walked through the waiting line sections which are worth it all on their own. We also spent a bunch of time in Springfield and had a Krusty Burger. We took the Studio Tour as well, which started off a bit rough because of the super loud rattling sounds coming from the back of our trolley but redeemed itself with several highlights including a very good Norman Bates, a couple of silly but amusing rides, and most of all the bit where we went through the set for The Good Place, a show we just finished watching a few days previously.

We ran around looking at things and being nerds until around 3pm by which time we were pretty tired. We managed to run into several Gally folks by that time though so John and I left Bryan and Mette to hang out with them while we headed back to Santa Monica. We repeated our pizza experience, repacked and weighed our suitcases, and got one last night of proper sleep in preparation for the start of the convention.

~Originally posted to espanasheriff.com

Almost Xmas

We've been at the new place for four months now, and it is overall an improvement despite a few quirks like weirdly shallow closets and hardwood floors that react somewhat alarmingly to the weather.
Highlights from the last few months include several visits to Winchester, which is a really pretty place with a fantastic cathedral. I went there with John for a pub crawl and with work colleagues for the famous Christmas Market, and also with my brother Raul when he came to visit. During his visit we also played tourist in Southampton itself (Old Town mainly) and spent a day in London seeing everything we could in the British Museum and ending the night going up the London Eye.

There were other visits to London during this period, to see the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit at the Tate Modern and then again for Star Wars: Identities on John's birthday, both very enjoyable in different ways.

And now its cold and rainy and the town is looking pretty, with a German Market in the town center and a generally festive air. The English do Xmas quite well.

June in Barcelona

June and July were busy months both at work and at home.

Following the Corsican honeymoon I got some more globetrotting in with a work trip to Barcelona. My job sent me there for two weeks to learn the ways of the Spanish market and customers, and to meet the Barcelona branch people who will be remaining there after the dreaded centralization the company is implementing.

I was very excited, since the city has always been on my list of places I wanted to visit. Though naturally I was a bit nervous as well, unsure as to whether the staff at that location would be particularly welcoming, plus general nerves about the job that I am still learning after all. Luckily there was nothing to worry about, while I still feel like I have no clue what I am doing, the people in the Barcelona office are all warm, friendly, and more importantly eager to get the job done and train me right.

And oh my god the city. Stunning, packed with beautiful places and interesting things, the weather was pretty great as well and the advantage of being there in summer when the sun doesn't set till after ten o'clock meant I probably spent at least three hours just wandering the streets after work each day; shopping, eating, drinking, and just letting my attention ricochet from architecture to shopping to art to people watching like a happy pinball. And what a treat to be someplace where things don't close at 6pm!

The location of both the office and the delightfully swank hotel they put me up at was perfect for a first time visitor, especially one who only gets to explore after office hours. I was right near the Cathedral (not the Sagrada Familia, which I learned is actually a basilica) and a very short walk from the Rambla, the Gothic Quarter, and a bunch of other stuff. Half of the time I wandered in random directions until I was tired and then turned around, and never once did I run out of things to do and see.

The weekend in the middle of my trip was big local holiday which filled up all the hotels, meaning my job sent me off to a small town ninety minutes away by train. It was an interesting break in its own way, less overwhelming than the city but highly amusing in spots and even made me a bit nostalgic for Estepona.

I can't wait to go back, this time with johncoxon for a relaxing visit without the stress of work hovering in the background.

~Originally posted to espanasheriff.com

Eastleigh

A couple of weeks into the job and feeling pretty settled. It's a temp assignment so I'm still looking, but the free floating anxiety over entering a workforce in a different country has faded a bit as it becomes clear that the broad strokes are basically the same. The coffee is instant but otherwise I could almost as easily be working in a San Francisco office.

Eastleigh is small but has enough to keep me busy during a lunch break, including a bunch of charity shops and a tiny little market on Thursdays. But the best part is that from door to door my commute is under forty minutes, with only fifteen of those being the train ride. It's not really enough time to dive into a novel but I am getting back on the podcast wagon at least.

Beyond that, the exploration of Southampton continues apace. John and I have now visited the Waterloo Arms for beer and scotch eggs, and the Wellington Arms for a pre-pho pint with his parents. There is a third pub equidistant, because of course there is, but we have not been there yet. Where we have been is a very cool local brewery called The Dancing Man, which is located in a medieval wool storage house and which John's parents kindly took us to lunch at. The food and beer where great, although I did have to get all American at some people who were not controlling their children.

Now the weather has turned very cold, with the weather news promising sleet and all sorts of horrors but I think I may finally have enough sweaters.

Valentine's for once

Usually on February fourteenth I find myself at the LAX Marriott along with a couple thousand other Whovians. This year I wasn't able to attend Gally but I did get a nice consolation prize; my first proper Valentine's Day with John.

We started with breakfast at a little Portuguese cafe near our flat which reminds me a lot of similar style Spanish places. They do an English breakfast but I had a chouriço com batatas and John got steak and eggs, both were good and cheap and started the day off well. We dipped back into the real world to get some chores done and then headed down to the city's indie cinema, Harbour Lights, for a special Valentine's Day screening of Casablanca. It's been a while since I'd seen it and it's still fantastic of course, but I had forgotten quite how funny it is as well. Finally in the evening we had hot chocolate sand read for a while before ordering some very nice pizza from a place we hadn't tried before. A successful first Valentine's together and I hardly checked the #gally1 hashtag at all!

And now today is the last day before I start my first job here, up the road a bit in a town called Eastleigh. It'll be nice to feel that much more properly settled, though I'm really not looking forward to getting up early again.

Year of the Monkey

January went by quickly but has left me in a pretty good place, with most of my settling in processes sorted out including UK banking and NHS, and with a job on the horizon. I also got my computer repaired and my room somewhat set up, and less productively played about a zillion hours of Pocket Mortys.

During the month I also got some more exploring done in Southampton and John took me to his favorite burger places, a Vietnamese restaurant with good pho in our neighborhood, and an excellent Mexican place in Portswood. We also found out that the kebab place nearest us is actually really good, which is super handy. His brother visited and I joined in a Star Wars roleplay which I admittedly didn't hate and may even have enjoyed.

We went into London to see the Cosmonauts exhibit at the Science Museum and a recording of the John Finnemore Souvenir Programme at the BBC, both of which I really enjoyed. Later in the month we joined his family to see Cirque de Soleil's Amaluna at the Royal Albert Hall and had really good American style barbecue.

All in all well done January.

So far February is doing its level best to keep up the excitement, and not only by hitting the country with Storm Imogen. We spent this past weekend in Leicester to see some of the Leicester Comedy Festival. I really enjoyed both of the comedians I saw; Sophie Hagen and John Robertson (of Dark Room fame) and John also saw a third show on the Sunday. It was nice to spend some time in Leicester again, the city is looking great and has a few new cocktail, beer, and food places so I'm looking forward to showing people around in May.

Southampton

I've been in Southampton for about a week and a half now and am slowly getting acquainted with it. It's less picturesque than Leicester, though it has an old town area with remains of some city walls, Tudor buildings and so on. World War II wiped out large parts of the city and it retains an industrial character that Leicester seems to have mostly left behind. It also feels more spread out, but that may be due partly to our apartment not being as central.

Still, there is a fair bit to explore; I spent two hours wandering in a wide circle from home and back around the city, and didn't cover nearly all of it. There are pockets of potential interest outside of the major shopping areas and some intriguing looking food options in addition to the excellent list of burger joints that John has accumulated. There's a nice pho place near the house plus a little Portuguese lunch place that resembles what I would expect the Spanish equivalent to look like, also a surprisingly great kebab place that also does a nice pizza. The city is chock full of polish delis as well, and I found a bakery that makes sourdough bread. So at any rate I won't starve.

~Originally posted on my blog.

Jan. 8th, 2016

The last few weeks have been a bit of a mad rush.

On December 10th I received an email letting me know a decision had been made regarding my visa application but of course not giving any clue as to what that decision might be. On December 14th I got my passport back with the entry visa inside it and a letter telling me the entry stamp was valid for 30 days. Great news! Except the 30 days started November 27th, meaning I had less than two weeks to give notice, get my plane ticket, and fly out.

Christmas is not the ideal time to travel in a rush but a quick google suggested that attempting to correct this alarming error was risky and could be expensive so I found a plane ticket for the 22nd out of LAX and packed my bags!

In spite of the rushed timeline things worked out pretty damned great, my work was aware of the situation so were very understanding and got me my last check processed just in time. Our company holiday dinner doubled as a goodbye party and the next day was my last so some of us hung out and finished off a bottle of wine which a grateful customer had dropped off. This left me with one full day free to pack everything, clean out my room, cuddle the cats, and hang out with Palle for some Flash and Arrow binge-watching.

The next day was Saturday. Palle and I packed my suitcases into his car and we drove to San Jose to celebrate Mette’s birthday. Again the timing worked perfectly, I would have hated to rush off without saying goodbye and this was the perfect way to leave the Bay Area. The evening started with an awesome burger at Cafe Stritch followed by a Psycho donut and Comedysportz. Afterwards we headed back to the house for Cards Against Whomanity and (in my case) mixing too many liquors. I did not cover myself in glory on either front but had a great time and managed not to end up hungover despite certainly deserving to be.

I had planned to catch a bus or train south but Leigh Ann was having none of that and declared we would have one last road trip to send me off. We stopped at Casa de Fruta, as you do, then drove listening to the requisite Indigo Girls and Greek Suite, arriving at my sister’s house in Santa Monica on Sunday right as the sun set. I’m going to miss those drives but at least I have a playlist to remind me of them when I’m feeling nostalgic.

Sunday I just chilled with Ashley, we had a drink with Leigh Ann before she took off back to the Bay Area then watched the latest Almodovar (very silly) and had some of the marionerry pie from Casa de Fruta. Monday I finally went to see Star Wars with Andres and Isabella, I loved it and managed to enter the theatre almost entirely unspoiled. On the way home I bought a second suitcase and repacked my stuff so I wouldn’t have to leave much behind (I still left a pile of books for family members to bring when they visit). That night Raul came to Santa Monica and along with Ashley we went to see the Tina Fey/Amy Poehler comedy Sisters, which was silly, raunchy fun. We finished the evening with some beers and conversation.

That was my last night in the US but next morning we fit in a short visit to see Pat, Rebecca, and Alma. Rebecca seemed to enjoy showing us all of her books and we hung out for about an hour before piling into Pat’s car and heading at last to the airport.

The new international terminal at LAX is much better than I remember it being and I got through check in and security with an hour to spare before boarding. Norwegian is a budget airline but very civilized and friendly so my flight was as pleasant as one can really expect a transatlantic economy ride to be, especially since Ashley managed to get me an aisle seat instead of middle. I arrived to a cold and rainy England on December 23rd just in time for the Coxon family Christmas!

After landing in England there was a mad dash to drop off my suitcases and pick up my residency document from the local post office in Southampton. I had ten days to do so after which there would be a significant fine. Ten days would have been plenty of time except for a couple of things. First off, when I selected the pick up location back in September I had obviously chosen the office closest to John’s flat, but here in December John’s plan was to spend the holidays with his family in Peterborough several hours away. A second impediment was that being the holidays the post office would be closed for three or four of that ten day window. Luckily my plane landed nearly forty minutes early and we made it in plenty of time to get everything done, enjoy a kebab, and have a relaxing evening before setting off to Peterborough the next morning.

The Coxon family Christmas is very cozy and involves a house full of people, lots of great food, plenty of wine, and board games. We spent last year there as well, which is when John proposed, so it was a nice anniversary as well. We spent about ten days there eating mince pies, seeing The Force Awakens (again) plus also a pretty great pantomime version of Aladdin, and playing Articulate, Codenames, and The Resistance. All in all it was a good way to start my time in England. After the new year we took a quick trip to good old Leicester to visit folks there and then it was finally time to head back to Southampton and get started.

~Originally posted on my website.

Netflix-o-rama

There is so much genre television right now that it's hard to remember how sparse the landscape once was not all that long ago. And how it seemed like you could only really have one subgenre at a time, horror or science fiction for example, but not usually both. Now there's plenty to chose from, ranging in style, flavor, and quality. No longer do we have to sit through a craptastic hour of television just because it's the only thing on the air with superheroes or vampires or whatever your favorite is.

Which is a roundabout was of saying I've been watching a fair bit of Netflix lately.

Person of Interest is my current obsession, basically taking the spot in my heart previously occupied by Fringe. The two series are very different in a lot of ways but both fill that action-thriller spot, have interesting explorations of ethics and morality, and manage to build a strong ensemble cast with excellent female characters. They also both share a clever approach to ideas that are not entirely novel but haven't been explored quite so well previously on television. I do hope POI stays on target better than the latter seasons of Fringe did, though.

In superheroics Arrow has built from a workmanlike action hero series to a pretty decent comic book series, allowing itself to relax into the inherent absurdity of its genre. It's still serious and angsty and often soapy as hell, but they seem to be having more fun with it and expanding into a shared universe both internally with more heroes and villains and externally with crossovers.

The Flash needed no long build up, maybe because of the groundwork already laid down by Arrow, and has more great comic book stuff per episode than you can count. The other thing it has going for it is a much lighter tone and a solid sense of humor, which is appropriate to the title anyway but has also always felt more like DC's strength anyway. I loved the Mark Waid era of the comic back in the nineties and am enjoying the fuck out of the series so far.

Gotham is a bit more frustrating. I loved the first half dozen episodes; a little grotesque and a little weird but mainly focused on the story of the struggle to control Gotham by criminal syndicates, the corrosive effect of that struggle on the city's public servants and citizenry, and the start of a crusade to clean it up by Gordon. It's not quite in the superhero genre as we now know it more in that pulp era masked crime fighter sensibility of The Shadow or Dick Tracy. But towards the end the season there seemed to be a loss of focus, some clumsy writing in regards to several female characters, and just a general loss of focus. Hope they get back on track next season.

~Originally posted on my website

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