About a month ago, Josie and I sat down for our weekly movie night. I asked her if she might like to watch a movie about a robot (Josie likes robots) called, WALL-E. Developmental mayhem ensued.
My Oscar Speech
Like most people, I have imagined myself accepting an Oscar. I’d wear a wine-colored tux. My smile would be gawky and uncool. The speech would mix flummoxed charm with earnest incredulity and include at least one choked up Shout-Out to my parents.
Last week my daughter Josie spent four school days and three weekend days at home with an Upper Respiratory infection. Her fever lasted for five days, her cough lasted longer and she was less than her normally energetic self. So of course I let her watch a bunch of TV.
Several Thursdays ago, I was slowly backing up from the kitchen counter while watching episode 6 of NetFlix’s Bodyguard on the family iPad mini. The scene involved a character attempting to defuse an explosive vest that had been strapped to their torso by the Series Baddies: One. Step. A. Time.
In March 2006, I created a blog because I wanted to be Anthony Lane. They weren’t handing out writing jobs at the corner store though, so I figured I should start writing.