Much Better

Thank you to everyone who voted. By a 7 to 2 vote, you’ve given me permission to throw that awful book under the oil tank and move on to better, sassier, and pinker reading. Which I did immediately with The Debutante Divorcee (thank you Amanda). Quite fluffy, quite pink.

On an unrelated subject, although it does fall under the heading of Things That Are Now Much Better, I would like to publicly thank Netflix and congratulate them on their customer service. The week before last, there was some sort of gremlin in the works at Netflix HQ and the DVD shipping was out of whack. Netflix was the first to alert me of the issue with a big banner on the site telling me that they screwed up, they were working on fixing it, and they were sorry.

I didn’t get any movies at all last week, and the one movie they said they sent over the weekend never arrived. I went through the standard “report a problem” process to say, hey, I wanted that movie, (Definitely, Maybe), please resend. Today I got an email from Netflix apologizing for the issue, giving me a free rental, and crediting my account for 25% of my monthly fee.

They admitted they made a mistake, they assured their customers that they were working on the issue, they apologized, AND they gave their customers free stuff to show how sorry they were. Bravo Netflix. You’ve just made a customer for life with what could have been a frustrating and annoying glitch. I wish some other companies (Sprint, I’m looking at you) would follow suit.



I’m sitting here thinking about tonight and what I’m going to do to keep busy and I’m all excited to finish sewing a bag I started last night. While I was sewing that bag last night, I was watching again the first season if Weeds from the Netflix site and, oh my goodness I love that show, and how did I not realize that the cute William from P.S. I Love You plays the dead dad Judah on Weeds, and Weeds made me think of gardening and gardening made me think of this funny little exchange from yesterday that I need to share.

I was emailing my culinarily-challenged friend Paula and we were talking about the herbs I just bought for my garden and she wrote, “Make sure to plant the green things that go into mojitos.” to which I wrote, ” I did plant the green things that go into mojitos. It’s called MINT.” Those three sentences made me laugh all yesterday afternoon and this morning when I went out to check on my “green things” I laughed again. Thanks Paula for making me smile. Now let’s make some mojitos!

Once Again

OK, the fourth time’s a charm, apparently. The Netflix computers may think I’m strange, but two weeks after I sent Once back because I couldn’t get through it, I asked to borrow it again and sat down to watch it last night. I actually watched the whole thing, and I actually liked it. You know what made it better this time? I turned on the subtitles. Seriously, I know they’re speaking English, but it’s with a thick Irish brogue and they talk so fast! Plus the girl speaks her Irish brogue with a Czech accent.This time I understood more and I did really like it. It’s not for everyone, that’s definite, but if you like music and you’re patient, give it a try.

Two Steps Back

I’ve been doing quite well, I thought, coping with being alone in the house every night while Luke is at work.  I used to be such a ninny about being in the house alone.  I’ve never actually seen Psycho, but the shower scene is iconic enough that I couldn’t even take a shower if I was alone in the house.   Now I can shower and even sleep with the lights off!  It’s quite an accomplishment for me.  Until last night when it all changed.

I haven’t watched a scary movie in years, the last one I remember even partially watching was one of the Scream movies and that was under great duress, and even then I “watched” it with a blanket over my head most of the time.  I used to love gory, scary movies, now I get the creeps watching CSI.  I think I have a mind like like a horror story writer where I can imagine all sorts of horrible, terrifying, nasty scenarios in my head.  It all seems to real and seeing it on the screen makes it that much more awful.  The pictures just won’t leave my mind and then when I’m all alone in the dark, they come back and I imagine that I’m not alone.  That someone is watching me through the windows or breaking in through the basement door.

So last night I was browsing the Netflix website to see what I could watch from their “Watch Instantly” feature.  [A little side note here – if anyone has a Netflix subscription, you really need to check this out. With most subscriptions, you can watch up to 24 hours of streaming media per month for free from the Netflix website.  All of the movies aren’t available to watch instantly, but a lot of smaller films and some TV series are.  It’s been quite handy for me, seeing as how the computer is in the studio/office where I spend my evenings.]  So anyhow, I was looking for something to watch while I was cutting fabric for new purses and saw that season one of Heroes was available to watch instantly.  Are you laughing at me yet?  Because, yes, Heroes kept me from sleeping last night.

I had heard from everyone that this was a show I should see.  I figured that I might as well get on the bandwagon with everyone else and see what the show was all about.  I started season one playing on Netflix and was instantly lured in.  Episode one was interesting and suspenseful.  I had to know what happened with each of the characters.  When episode one ended and Netflix asked if I’d like to watch episode two, I said heck yeah!  Well… episode two featured a man with the top of his head sawed off, two (three? not sure) men killed with a hook, I think, and stuffed into the trunk of a car, and a woman killed, I’m not sure how, I looked away from the screen because it looked like she was impaled on a wall.  What the heck?  This is prime time television?  I should stick to Christmas cartoons.

I barely finished the end of episode two and then saw Luke off to work.  I wanted to finish the purse I was working on so after he left I went back into the studio and sat down at the sewing machine, which means that my back was to the window.  I was totally freaked out.  I was convinced that someone was watching me through the window.  I couldn’t concentrate and I was too creeped out to finish.  I climbed into bed with Molly and my book and was absolutely sure that I heard the basement door open.  Then I cursed myself for oiling the hinge on the basement door yesterday morning because otherwise I would have heard it open for sure.  It doesn’t help that Molly picks up on my paranoia and starts looking around suspiciously, as if she’s heard something.  And then the evil cat keept making noise out in the living room.  Lordy.  I’m a mess.  Thanks a lot Heroes!  The twisted thing is that I want to know what happens for the rest of the season.  Maybe I’ll read the recaps on Television without Pity and spare myself the terror.

The Healing Power of Crafts

Despite the fact that work was so chaotic, I forgot to take lunch, survived on coffee from the K-Cup machine all day, and stayed two hours late, I still managed to fall asleep last night feeling happy. You know why? Because I made stuff.

After work, I had no energy for anything and was going to flop on the couch and watch some mindless TV, but my Netflix movies haven’t come in yet this week and nothing looked good on TV, so I sorted through my box of fabric to see if I had anything inspiring in there there I didn’t know about. I found two sets of purse-makings completely cut, ironed, matched with interfacing and coordinating zippers, so I thought what the heck. I might as well sew one together. I put on Dancing with the Stars (the results show) even though my sister told me I can’t watch DWTS if all I’m going to watch is the results show, but whatever. I watched the results show, set up the sewing machine and away I went.

Now you may remember that I was doubting the enjoyability of sewing not long ago. These cute little purses I’ve been making have been taking me two hours each to make, plus countless finger stabs, seam ripping, and under-breath grumbling. Miraculously last night, I manged to put two purses together perfectly (with only minor grumbling) in an hour and a half. It’s a Halloween miracle! I was so happy, I considered staying up after Luke left for work to make another purse. Instead, I quit while I was ahead and went to bed feeling happy and not thinking about the stressful day behind me or the stressful day ahead. Ahh… the healing power of crafts.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

How is it that I had never heard of this movie? Was I the only one that missed it? I don’t even remember seeing commercials for it but Netflix recommended it and Robert Downey, Jr. is in it so I said what the heck. This movie rocked.

It was clever and funny and had the kind of unexpected gross violence that surprises you so much, it makes you laugh and then feel ashamed. But still, you’re laughing. It was like Pulp Fiction swirled together with some smart, fast-talking, funny scenes from Gilmore Girls or something. I loved it, have I mentioned that?

Robert Downey, Jr’s character, Harry was screwed up enough to love, Val Kilmer’s character, Perry, was hilarious, (and now I wish I had a friend named Perry so I could call him “Gay Perry”). The dialog was quick and sarcastic, the music was straight from a 50’s detective mystery, the story was confusing and interesting and tied up neatly at the end. Stunts, guns, nudity, dead bodies, severed fingers (OK, just one severed finger), mystery, murder, laughs-a-plenty. Go rent this movie. You will love it.