Currently watching You're the Worst which, despite the name, is not terrible. There are other things to be said about it, however.
1. Didn't know a lot about it, didn't expect it to be set in LA. Did I attach the premise of something like Catastrophe onto it?
3. Admitting that I have been doing sunday funday wrong.
4. The real question is how they're getting around while also being too drunk to drive. LA is huge! This is unreasonable. My expectations are too big now.
5. Nothing more stereotypical than a British dude in a shitty polo shirt crashing a garden party. It's their brand.
6. But damn if they don't get through all-day drinking looking unrumpled. Not even a bead of sweat.
7. My day-drunk look is . . . smudged. Hair is smudged. Face = smudged. Clothes smudged with who knows what from a random bar. I'm envious. And unkempt.
8. This show has more feet in it than a goddamn Tarantino movie.
9. Did they put out a "Clifton Collins jr. type" casting call for Venti?
10. PTD : you need to rule out previously taken dicks. I'm learning so many life lessons!
11. I hate seeing shows where spouses so obviously hate each other. It's fuckin' old.
12. Halfway through one season it reminds me of Love without the constant drag of its uncomfortable Mickey shaming. In other words, better.
13. I hope Edgar and Lindsay become best friends and start doing capers.
14. "How to botch a threesome in one painful lesson." h/t Dorkin.
15. They might be great with each other but they really are terrible friends. May Edgar and Lindsay come out from their shadows!
2. I want to find an underground taco stand in the middle of a cemetery and I demand to have that sort of LA experience.