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       I checked out Drop Dead Diva, out of sheer boredom. I can imagine it playing in someone's Hell Loop. The premise is alright; a woman dies, wakes up in someone else's body, and has to learn how to be her, which is Lucifer's mother to a T. After that, the dialogue is absolute brainrot. It made me miss Little House On The Prairie. Which I've also been peeking at out of sheer boredom, and I found some funny blunders; Laura says she has four siblings when she only has two, Mary and Carrie. And Caroline's mother calls her mother a "him," in literally the same sentence as "my mother." If someone accidentally finds my blog in 30 years and wants to check it out, it's "A Most Precious Gift."

      Yeesh. Speaking of brainrot! I think I need to go watch some Walking Dead, right flipping now. I so miss having all those streaming services. Between Little House, Drop Dead Diva, and The Joy Of Painting, I'm about to lose my mind.

      I mean, painting's a cool talent. If you can make beautiful stuff, if it's an outlet, good for you. But really, what's the point? Wouldn't you rather go to a place, and see it, and feel it, and smell it, than look at a little picture and think, "I wish I was there?" I mean, do something useful with that talent and pretty up an ugly town; paint those scenes on a decrepit brown building so we can smile when we look at it. "Look at this awesome building, right here in my town."