Tara and I recently watched the Dahmer special on Netflix. Jeffrey being from Milwaukee and all, we thought it would be a nice introduction to Wisconsin.
Gulp. I don’t have the heart to say this, but maybe we bit off more than we could chew. No bones about it, the man was evil personified.
And actually, there weren’t any real surprises — other than the fact that his stepmom was played by Molly Ringwald. We didn’t learn this until a week after finishing up the series. Yes, the same Molly Ringwald who pined after Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles and made out with John Bender in The Breakfast Club and was pretty in pink in some other ’80s teen comedy whose name escapes me at the moment.
I don’t know which was the bigger shock: learning this was Molly Ringwald, or that the Boston spaceship is an inverted guitar.
Twice this year I’ve had my mind blown courtesy of pop culture.
Anyway, I thought Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story was exceptionally well done. The casting was spot-on, the acting superb, and it did a great job of telling the victims’ stories. This is what all true crime series should aspire to.
Currently, we’re watching Ozark. Or should I say, re-watching Ozark. We’ve seen the first three seasons, but hadn’t yet gotten around to the fourth and — since so much time has elapsed — figured it would be smart to watch the whole series through from the beginning rather than trying to remember intricate plot details like how Marty and Wendy first got involved with the Snells … or, for that matter, what brought them to the Ozarks in the first place. I mean, I knew the main reason (FLEEING FROM BAD GUYS), but a refresher was nice.
Remind me again how we ever survived before binging was a thing?
Speaking of surviving, I’m doing just that with this whole Covid thing. I’m actually fine now; my symptoms have all but disappeared, and were never that bad to begin with. But even though my CDC-mandated five days of isolation expired on Sunday, because they recommend masking up for another five days in public after your symptoms have cleared up, I’ve been working from home this week because I can.
I’m starting to go stir-crazy, though. Staying home also means avoiding contact with everybody except Tara (who is 100% fine). There’s a fine line between being an introvert and a hermit, and I’m straddling it pretty closely.
I have gotten outside, though. Saturday, Tara and I explored Dorothy Carnes County Park with a lovely three-mile hike through rolling hills, woods, and wetlands.
It was an absolute stunner of a day…sunny, yet cool and crisp. The Great Outdoors have never been so welcome.
I also like The Great Indoors, at least those places where cocktails are served, so I’m looking forward to going back out in public the end of this week.
Mark My Words 
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