Wife is being sprung from her nursing home in a week. She wants to watch “Splendor in the Grass,” a trashy potboiler that diverges from her normal “monsters blowing up things” to which she has had minimal access these past three months. (Note to adult children: Nursing homes restrict access to ANYTHING a First-Gen Trekkie would want to watch. “Mom’s over 50? The Hallmark Channel for you.” Give it some thought before you torture your parents.)
Fine. Xfinity only allows her to rent it, but this is the sort of shit she would watch over and over. (“You just saw this” “I fell asleep.”), like the Gene Barry “War of the Worlds.” (Kids: “Never erase this tape because we grew up on those commercials from the '90s.” “But I bought the DVD!” Note that the first tube of watercolors she bought me was Paynes Grey. “You can’t live without it.” Yeah, but you being right is…something pointlessly rebellious.) A quick upgrade to Xfinity gives access to Netflix. Still no Splendor, but other vintage trash.
I can only hope that several weeks of The Feud will tide her over. At least we can fill her life with Star Trek reruns. Her home didn’t rerun Spock’s Brain, as I could. (shudder)
I watched it one rainy Saturday afternoon when I had literally nothing else to do. Watch for the scene when Phyllis Diller shows up as a Sophie Tucker-like entertainer.
How the hell could I get beat posting that arcane piece of trivia???
I am a trivia expert with a higher opinion of myself than I deserve. She can usually pull my sorry ass out of a fire of my own making. Until Tuesday nights, when we are at the mercy of sports fans. There, she sensibly bows out,leaving Thing 1 and I at the mercy of others who care.
Bitch. You watch WGN news for hours. Were you there…
