I was watching episode 8 of Yellow Jackets, 51 minutes in, when I realised that I've cooked dinner, had a chat conversation with a friend, and have been shovelling food into my face, at a worryingly and suffocating pace, for the past 51 minutes (after a little smoke), and I have absolutely no clue as to what exactly is going on. I've heard words spoken, and regurgitating noises, and some women laying in bed and talking. I'm merely filling this silent space, with a television show that I've since lost interest in.
Review of Flight of the Bumblebee
