The finale of RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 12 aired last night.
Drag Race has been my favorite TV show for over a decade and marked important parts of my life so far.
Drag Race has been my favorite TV show for over a decade and marked important parts of my life so far.
Apparently there was a boom of filming here about 3 years ago, which makes me wonder whether I moved to Dallas after it was a fad.
Am I late to the party?
Is Dallas no longer a thing?
I had this experience while living in Miami, but not so much in Minneapolis. (When was the last major Minneapolis TV show? Mary Tyler Moore? Rehab Addict?)
A consistent error is that movies and TV shows tend to compress all of South Florida into one miniature city. Characters will often go from South Beach to Palm Beach within minutes, despite the 75 mile gap in real life. Also, traffic doesn’t appear to exist on the TV version of Miami. This often makes the shows too distracting to watch.
One thing that filmmakers get right about Miami is the collection of bizarre characters. You can’t make that shit up.
Long-time readers of this blog know about my struggles with mice in my new apartment building. At first I thought my neighbor kept pigs and then the mice somersaulted through my kitchen.
I eventually started fighting back, which meant that the dogs got hold of the poison mouse blocks and I dealt with “no mess” mouse traps that created pools of stinky mouse blood.
In short, the mouse situation was a flaming hot mess for a very long time.
I sort of gave up during these past few months. I still kept all food refrigerated or covered and occasionally put out poison blocks, but I basically resigned myself to vacuuming up mouse crap every few days and using ungodly amounts of Lysol.
Then while at Wal-Mart this weekend I see a display of mouse-glue-pads.
