The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good afternoon, Erin.   Thank you for remembering my deep affection for NJ. It meant a lot that you did.   I mean, I must have brought it up about 900 times, so I’d be a little hurt if you didn’t remember, but still...thanks. I didn’t know I needed to see her dancing in an oversized blazer and white cowboy boots. And yet my heart is all the better for it.    Which is quite the thing in general, of course, but after having watched It’s Okay to Not be Okay ...well, let’s talk about it, shall we?   1. So, that was a cry-fest, huh. Geez. I don’t think it got to me the way Hotel Del Luna ’s final episode or two did, or the climax of Goblin , or the entire second half of My Mister , but I think I spent most of the series with a steady drip of tears running out of one of my eyes. Very understated. Well, much more understated than me clutching a pillow to my chest the whole time. Which I was also doing.   2. No time jump, though. Which I didn’t think they wer...

  Good afternoon, Erin.    When I graduated from college, my friend and I drove down to Florida and, as we went, kept a detailed travelogue of the whole trip. Y’know, how long it took to get from one state to the next, which CDs we listened to (and whose turn it was to pick), where we stopped for meals, the price of gas, all the different license plates—that sort of thing. Straightforward stuff, like taking minutes at a meeting.   The thing is...amidst the standard fare of mileage and time stamps, I ran a little narrative thread my friend didn't know about: after spotting some trees cordoned off behind a fence along a certain stretch of highway, I started weaving in my plans to raise an army of trees to march back and liberate them on the trip home. And I kept referencing this throughout the whole of the rest of the travelogue: “Leaving Georgia. Palm trees lining the road past the ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign. Do not look like warrior trees—will not...

Good afternoon, Erin.   Netflix once again lured me away from the true and righteous path, this weekend, by asking me if I was interested in watching a movie with the actress who played Eun-tak in Goblin —and, given that she’s one of my top three K-drama actress crushes, I was obligated to acquiesce to the siren song of The Algorithm. And so I watched Tune in for Love .   But, in a way, that's not what I’m here to talk to you about, today. I will , of course, as you will see, though not in the way you've grown accustomed to (which, perhaps, is of great relief to you (or perhaps not, which...well, you'll see))—not the least because I will not be speaking about it in isolation: as it happens, I watched this movie in between the wrap-ups of both  Thirty-Nine  and Twenty-Five Twenty-One , and there’s a (broad) unified theme that runs through my notes on all three that I think is worth discussing, specifically in light of all three.   First though, as much a co...