Painting the kitchen was so exquisitely boring today — brush brush brush roll roll roll swear swear swear — that I’m not giving you a single detail. Let’s chat about “Six Feet Under” instead. Tonight’s episode was called, coincidentally, “A Coat of White Primer.” Hah.
I’m optimistic about the last season. I always am. Face it, for all the nitpicking, 6FU, like most HBO dramas, is so much better than everything else on TV that I don’t really care if the stories get far-fetched or the situations circular. What else do I have to do for the next hour? Watch “Law & Order” reruns? “House”? Please. I’m there.
I really enjoyed this week’s opening set piece, which regulars know is always a death. This week’s — a woman in therapy goes around sharing her feelings, and ends up impaled on an andiron — just killed. (Sorry.) I’m a Fisher at heart; a little repression never hurt anyone, and in fact makes the world go round. It makes it run smoothly, anyway. Find me a person who says, “It’s time for me to think about my needs” and I’ll show you a real asshole.
Someone said that to a friend of mine, years ago. She had to bite her tongue not to reply, “That’s all you DO.”
The rest of the episode? Worth the wait. No picking nits for me. I’m just happy it’s back.
Now, back to Lavender Ice. It needs a second coat. But it looks good!