Netflix and chill

So one fine weekend morning I woke up, fixed myself coffee, fired up my laptop, and noticed that the three shows competing for my attention were all from Netflix, the best proof that God loves couch potatoes. Heroes, haunted houses, and a has-been human-horse. I thought, What the hell.

BoJack Horseman


I can’t believe I was clueless on this show until five seasons later. With an alcoholic humanoid horse as lead character, this animated satire should have popped in my radar as early as the first online buzz, but it didn’t, God knows why. But better late than never, as they say. I saw the pilot episode the other day, and judging from it, the 59-episode catch-up will be a sweet drunken journey rich with LOLs.



I’m a big fan of the Marvel-Netflix love team and was kind of sad — although not at all surprised — that Iron Fist and Luke Cage got the ax after their latest seasons. But the sadness went out the window the moment Season 3 of Daredevil got released. Not only because he’s one of my favorites comic book characters, but also because the trailers for the third season are undeniably dope (one word: Bullseye!). So in the course of three days I marathoned the season and am now down to the last three eps. Glad to say, the season is living up to its hype.

The Haunting of Hill House


I admit, I got on board because of the buzz this series has generated on social media. Seems like everyone with a Facebook account and a Netflix subscription is raving about this. Curiosity piqued, I watched the first three episodes just to test the water, and found, to my delight, if not surprise, that this is more than just jump scares. There’s a good family drama mixed in with the horror, something that reminds me of why I like The Sixth Sense more than, say, The Conjuring. And it works pretty well! I like how the show constantly builds terror instead of slapping me around with it like in those Saw and Hostel movies. Episode 6 seems to be the best example of that. The same episode also boasts of an insane set of single-take shots that was just awesome. In short, the show is one helluva horror masterpiece, and I’m glad to have paid attention to the hype this time.


Weird Wednesday is weird

Went to an aunt’s wake today, at St. John the Baptist in San Juan City. Condolences were offered, hands shaken, somber pleasantries exchanged. The works. You know how wakes and funerals are — despite the family reunion, you don’t exactly emerge from them brimming with positive vibes.

And so much for gloom.

Had a toxic shift today — thanks, in part, to Mocha Uson. She answered many prayers by finally quitting the government. Still, I doubt we’ve seen the last of her. Why go back to titillating drunks in bars and making sex ed videos on the side if you’ve already tasted power and found it intoxicatingly good? The 2019 elections is just around the corner…


I wish I can write about more pleasant things instead of dead relatives and controversial government appointees. I wish I can write about how awesome I think the first issue of Heroes in Crisis is, or how I think Iron Fist Season 2 sucks, or how I’m looking forward to watching Venom with my wife this weekend.

Maybe one of these days I will, when my head is clearer. I really want to write about Heroes in Crisis, and why I think those who dis it for being “cold” and “depressing” just don’t get it.

Or maybe not. Whatever.

And so much for Wednesday.