Alexandra Daddario in the AMC show The Mayfair Witches.
She ostensibly plays a brilliant brain surgeon. She starts experiencing some spooky witch and demon-related goings on.
She meets up with a guy working for a paranormal research group. He tells her in no uncertain terms “Do not leave this magically-protected apartment. You are in great danger.” She agrees.
Five minutes later she walks out of the apartment onto the street. She immediately wanders into a New Orleans street party, is handed an open drink from a stranger, drinks it, and whoopsy daisy gets magically roofied into a demon-engineered hallucination of her dead mother.
As a hiring manager in IT for decades, I learned early: do not hire PhDs
They can write a paper about why the program does not work. They are not willing to sit down roll up their sleeves get intimate with a debugger and make the program work.
After increasingly cussing the TV as the level of stupid rose higher and higher, we made it to the part where magic purple witch spray was used. I paused the TV and my girl and I just looked at each other, we were done.
Also, who the fuck writes in a fucking basement in New Orleans? Not motherfucking Anne Rice. So stupid.
We’re finishing up the second season of Interview with a Vampire. Other than a bad Southern accent in the first season, it’s excellent and super queer. Highly recommend.
I was just thinking of two doctors I met in person but yes, some of them in the news as well!
The one I remember the most had some really…interesting ideas about food safety and only stopped some of them when I pointed out food safety knowledge has been furthered since her grandmother’s time. Just like. You know. Medicine has.
Alexandra Daddario in the AMC show The Mayfair Witches.
She ostensibly plays a brilliant brain surgeon. She starts experiencing some spooky witch and demon-related goings on.
She meets up with a guy working for a paranormal research group. He tells her in no uncertain terms “Do not leave this magically-protected apartment. You are in great danger.” She agrees.
Five minutes later she walks out of the apartment onto the street. She immediately wanders into a New Orleans street party, is handed an open drink from a stranger, drinks it, and whoopsy daisy gets magically roofied into a demon-engineered hallucination of her dead mother.
Brilliant. Brain. Surgeon.
That’s bad writing not bad casting.
I worked with a few PhDs in the past. PhDs do not equal common sense.
As a hiring manager in IT for decades, I learned early: do not hire PhDs
They can write a paper about why the program does not work. They are not willing to sit down roll up their sleeves get intimate with a debugger and make the program work.
After increasingly cussing the TV as the level of stupid rose higher and higher, we made it to the part where magic purple witch spray was used. I paused the TV and my girl and I just looked at each other, we were done.
Also, who the fuck writes in a fucking basement in New Orleans? Not motherfucking Anne Rice. So stupid.
We’re finishing up the second season of Interview with a Vampire. Other than a bad Southern accent in the first season, it’s excellent and super queer. Highly recommend.
I’ve known some incredibly stupid doctors though. They’re extremely good at their field but anything outside that? Horrific!
Ben Carson, though RFK makes Ben’s stupid appointment look inspired.
I was just thinking of two doctors I met in person but yes, some of them in the news as well!
The one I remember the most had some really…interesting ideas about food safety and only stopped some of them when I pointed out food safety knowledge has been furthered since her grandmother’s time. Just like. You know. Medicine has.