Just Guess

Saw Away We Go again. Glorious. I think I liked it better than the first time. And also, the thing I said about Krasinski falling out of character when he's not the quirkiest in the room... well... MAYBE it wasn't a mistake. MAYBE it was to show that Burt's very loose and light-hearted around Verona, who he loves, but when he's with crazy people, you can see that he is quite grounded. I'm going to assume that that's what it is. Also, and I don't think this gives anything away at all, but it's just nice that they don't make the story about the two characters being together at all. You know that they are in love, and not in the lusty, temporary way, but they make it clear that ... at no point should you even question them... because that's not what the story is about. It's really just two halves of a main character and that's so nice because all these other movies make it seem like if there is any drama at all, it's going to at least involve the person you love or don't love or something. I feel like people aren't usually in it together in movies. But this is about their lives together... no drama with their relationship. And they both love that baby. No drama there either. No one is panicked in a like... abandoning type of way. That's REALLY special. And...

DON'T LOOK RIGHT BELOW HERE BECAUSE THIS IS A SPOILER!!!

It's really beautiful that they didn't even make them get married at the end... and they didn't even need to SHOW having the baby at the end because that wasn't what the movie was about. Perfect ending. 

Sorry but all I have to discuss today are more movies... mostly because I don't do anything else. Although I did buy a scrapbook online and tonight I will HOPEFULLY start a new painting. Although I think I only have a HUUUUGE canvas, so we'll see. Also, Cayla's cupcake and champagne cocktail 21st birthday party is tomorrow, which I was aware of and excited about, but then I remembered that we have to wear a dress. And now I have anxiety as I only have 7 shirts and certainly no dresses. In fact, the shirts in question are not even clean. And I'm wearing boxers. 

Blythe's conscience: Blythe, why, if you do nothing all day, have you still not done your laundry?

Blythe: ummm... I....

Blythe's conscience: Are you even going to TRY to get a job anymore?

Blythe: Well... I mean...

Blythe's conscience: It's almost the middle of June.

Blythe turns on itunes.

(Loosely based on several real conversations that I've had, ALOUD, with myself.)

Weeds: I know I already endorsed it, but AMAZING. Although, now I wonder whether shows like Grey's Anatomy ARE actually great and I just never watched them. Although I KNOW that I don't like Ugly Betty. Regardless, netflix allowed me to watch season 1 and 2 online, but I have to GET season 3 and 4. But I CAN watch season 5 as it comes on. Tricky tricky. I can't decide if it's nice because at least I get to watch season 1 and 2 while I'm waiting for season 3 (although I've obviously finished 1 and 2 and disk ONE is still not here for season 3... so mission failed... but still...) or if it's mean because they got me hooked and now I HAVE to get season 3 and 4. It seems more logical to be the latter, but I'm going to believe it's the former because netflix is a little bit my most loyal and favorite companion. 

The other day at 4am I was on netflix, browsing Robert Downey Jr. movies because netflix knows that I love him (they also regularly give me a list of Diane Keaton movies... because they KNOW), and I saw that the ratings were gone from the sides of the movies. I PANICKED! for like... a good 3 minutes before I realized that they were probably updating their site, because they definitely wouldn't take away the rating system. So I just picked a random Robert Downey Jr. movie and started watching it (Johnny Be Good)... but it was so terrible that I couldn't get past 10 minutes, so I went back to the site... and low, the ratings were back and they told me I would hate it. And that's why I'm addicted! I need to know what netflix thinks a la how Hugh Grant feels about Sandra Bullock in Two Weeks Notice. "I was capable of making all kinds of decisions until you showed up. Now I can't. I need to know what you think!" (I tried to find the exact quote for like... 15 minutes. But it turns out, it's difficult to find a largely unmemorable quote from a largely unmemorable movie. I even tried to find the my copy to watch the part, but I loaned it to Caroline. AND I tried to look online for a free version but no such luck. Damn. The paraphrasing must suffice. (THIS IS WHAT I DO ALL DAY!!))

AAAANYWAY!!!

I watched Groundhog Day for perhaps the ... 3rd time? I LOVE that movie and honestly believe it could be defended to the death... and NOT because I'm nostalgic for early 90s movies. I just love when movies cover all the things that someone would realistically do in that situation. That's partly why The Time Traveler's Wife is so good. Because he TELLS people! That's what I would do. And he goes to the doctor. Great! In Groundhog day, he's kind of a pissed off guy to begin with... and then he doesn't get it at first. And then he gets SUPER pissed! Then he seduces some girl by knowing everything about her... but that's only so good. THEN he tries to get Andie MacDowell the same way as the other person, which works a bit, but not enough and she gets pissed... but he doesn't just try once, nay, he REALLY tries. Then he tries to kill himself. A LOT. Then he thinks he's God. Then he tells Andie. Then he goes to the doctor. Then he realizes he loves Andie but he's straight up not good enough for her because she's great and he's a shithead. Then he tries to better himself. And THEN, in a kind of realistic-ISH way, she comes to him just because he's great. And it takes place over like... a year or something I think.  I just like that they cover the bases (sorry I just summarized the movie...). And then end kind of tells you that the universe had a plan for him.... which I can suspend my belief for. Although I do still enjoy movies that don't make as much sense. For instance, Big is a little stupid. But it's still possibly my favorite Tom Hanks movie... and I love MOST of his movies. 

Ok ok. Also I watched The Other Boleyn Girl, which I wasn't THAT interested in, but I got caught up watching interviews with Natalie Portman, who really is terrific. I would like a movie with her and Rachel McAdams, who I do think could be almost as great as Natalie. ANYWAY, I needed to watch the movie by default. Really, it wasn't NEARLY as poor as I had been lead to believe. I don't know what people wanted. In fact, it was one of the most understandable movies I've ever seen from that age. I had to watch Elizabeth like.. 3 times before I really understood what was going on. And Elizabeth is not more factually correct either... I wikipedia-ed it. Although I enjoyed Elizabeth more... maybe because Scarlett Johansson is starting to get on my nerves. LIKELY it was also because I had no interest in Eric Bana (not that he did a bad job... he did what he was supposed to, but that doesn't make me like him (hope he's better in The Time Traveler's Wife)) but Joseph Fiennes in Elizabeth is HOT! Like... REALLY hot! Ugh, I'm sad I threw away my copy of that movie because it was a vhs/ I just need to replace it. Mmmm. Regardless, The Other Boleyn Girl was just fine to me. Although if you want to watch a Natalie movie, I would first recommend Where the Heart Is, V for Vendetta, Closer, and Garden State. 

THEN I requested netflix to get me a more smutty romantic movie to watch instantly. And netflix delivered me with a lovely cornucopia of movies to choose from, noting that I would probably like Dangerous Beauty the most. Done. I trust you netflix.

Watched it. It was OK. I don't know why netflix thought I would like it more than I did. VEEERY pro-prostitute... but it took place in 1500s Venice when they were called courtesans and were more educated than the proper ladies. The thing that pissed me off was that AT THE END (SPOILER AAAGAIN-- but who's really going to watch it anyway?) she's on trial for being a witch that seduced the men and she could either confess and repent or she was going to be killed. But she REFUSED to confess. Like honestly, why the fuck not? She was like "I don't want to deny my life" but really? I would confess in a fucking heartbeat. It's not like prostitution is the most honest profession to begin with anyway. Sooo it was very hard for me to feel emotion at the end when I just thought she was just being an idiot. I don't even understand when people refuse to deny their religion, because I always imagine that God would forgive you for saving your own life and worshipping in secret... but at least I KIIIIND of understand that. Sometimes it's very touching and I just think they are being beautiful people. But honestly, refusing to confess to being a witch, refusing to deny that prostitution is bad? For your LIFE? I can't feel for that. 

AAAAAALSO I watched This is Spinal Tap, which I enjoyed, but kind of the way I enjoy Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Extremely funny, I'm very glad I saw it, but ultimately more fun to remember than to actually watch. Also, good reminder that Christopher Guest is INCREDIBLY versatile. I think he's quite old now, but wouldn't you like to see Hank Azaria, Toni Colette, ... maybe Tracy Ullman... and him? Some people are CRAZY good character actors. Maybe Joan Cusack. 

And that is all until tomorrow when I announce I've watched 100 MORE movies. Not a bad life. But I do feel a lot of guilt... which I mask by entering the world of yet another movie. 

(I, a little bit, feel like those anorexic people who unconsciously always talk about food. I keep word-vomiting about my joblessness because it's all that I think about. And I know that I just need to fix it up and move on... and I can feel myself getting just... more and more annoying by bringing it up. I would love to say that I won't talk about it as much anymore, but as this is my blog, and it's what I think about... all I can promise is that I am AWARE that I'm doing it... and I DOOOO want to make it better... but clearly not enough... ugh)

Also, last minute mention, but I haven't been wearing eyeliner even NEARLY as much as I have in the past. I'm not sure how it started, but my theory is that my new-ish eyeliner (month old?) is VERY light and it kind of seems gone after an hour anyway. The miracle is that I didn't feel like I needed to buy a new one. 

Buuuut it's super nice not wearing it as much because my eyes tear up all the time (laughing, crying (every movie I watch alone, happy OR sad), allergies...). When that happened a) I would have to be careful about rubbing my eyes and b) it would get into my eyes and sting. So... great news. 

Brother's Newest Masterpiece

My brother's new video. 

It's clear to me that when he's older he'll remember this as his most embarrassing video. Either that, or he will grow up to be a gay man and will site this video as the time when we should have figured it out. 

The Sibs

Then

Now

Weeds

I just need to heavily endorse Weeds. That show is AMAZING! I kind of remember being seeing it about two years ago and I don't remember what I thought about it... but now I see that it is GREAT! I've only watched the first 9 episodes, but it's really funny AND it moves really well through the plot.  And the acting is pretty genius. I'm SO PUMPED!

(The reason I watched the show is because netflix was positive I would love it. They usually rate things at about a 3.5 or 4 for me... but this was almost 5 whole stars. And they were RIGHT! They also predicted that I'd love The Daily Show: Indecision 2004 nearly 5 whole stars worth, even though I'd never rated any other Daily Show thing or any Colbert thing. Genius. And a little scary.)

Bird? Plane? Nope. It's My Parents!

This morning, at exactly 5am, my mother and I were talking on facebook chat. 

And she told me she's going skydiving. 

!!!

How awesome is that?! A few weeks ago I declared to myself (and I'm pretty sure to one other person, although I don't remember who) that I want to someday hold a tarantula because one time I had the opportunity and I couldn't do it because I was too scared. So I declared that I would make that happen sometime before I die.

But skydiving... I don't think I would ever be ready for that. We'll see what my mom says afterwards. Regardless, I'm SUPER impressed. 

My dad, on my birthday, told me that he took an airplane flying lesson and has decided he's going to learn to fly. Something is making all of my parents airborne!

Also, though, over winter break my dad told me that he was flirting with the idea of doing a new thing where he sleeps for 20 minutes every 4 hours. He told me that he felt like he spent every day at work and then came home and was too exhausted to do anything else... and he wanted to be able to work on his music and read and... do his dancing and whatever else. So when I asked him about it, he said that instead he just went up to his work and told them that they keep giving him more money but what he'd really like is just more time off. They told him they'd think about it and eventually they agreed. So my dad has decided to see if this will work before he alters his sleeping style. 

I'm so impressed with my dad... that he doesn't care about money, he just wants enough to live and he wants the rest of the time to do what he wants. And not laying about. Nay. He's going to dance and learn to fly and write music and... do whatever he wants. I want to be like my dad so much!

Opportunity Seized. YYYESS!!

MIRACULOUS 24 hours!

Monday night was the usual. I watched Welcome to the Dollhouse which was fucked up and great a la Igby Goes Down or Imaginary Heros (but the protagonist is a 12-year-old girl). I also watched Slackers, which I enjoyed a LOT for the first... 20 minutes... and then my enjoyment of the movie pretty much rested in my enjoyment of looking at Devon Sawa (which produces a quantity of enjoyment that should not be underestimated!), who, by the way, has ZERO interviews on youtube. Then at 6am I started watching Now and Then, but stopped 2/3 of the way through because I was exhausted. I went to bed around 7am. 

Around noon I woke up, baked some chicken!!!, and watched the end of Now and Then, which, is actually all tears. The whole last 3rd is just emotion after emotion. I had to reapply my eyeliner like... a hundred times because I kept forgetting that another moment was coming up. 

Around 2pm-ish, Pat came over. We ate some chicken. Then I went and got a key made for him and deposited some checks. I was worried because the key said "do not duplicate" on the front... but of course it wasn't a problem at all. The kid who made the key actually recognized me from when I sang in his Beatles class. In fact, the NEW key says "do not duplicate" on it. I just think it's a waste of etching to put something on every key that no one follows. And actually, it seems a little presumptuous to assume I don't want to duplicate my new key. It is mine (except actually Pat's). That said, I'm glad I didn't get trouble. 

So I went back home, gave Pat the key, and went to Cayla's to have some dinner with her roommate and Devon before the concert. 

The concert was awesome! It was right on the water and it was overcast-y and smelled like fish and it was in like... a huge tent (kind of) outside. I felt like I was at the shore. And the Decemberists were GREAT!! Their new album, which is the only one I have, is like... a big story so they performed their entire album straight-- plus it's kind of a folksy story and one of the girls was dressed like a princess kind of. Very enthusiastic performers. After they did their newest album, they had an intermission and I decided to go because Amanda was starting to ask me all these questions about the bus and the times and stuff and I got nervous. But I'm REALLY glad I saw the first part!

Unfortunately I had to go all the way back home because, due to some lack of communication, I left my keys outside (hidden) for Amanda, only to learn that she spent the time with Rachael and Rafi so I had to go back and get the keys. Whatever, I also wanted to get the leftover chicken and some nectarines so I wouldn't have to spend my money on food in New York. Although I didn't end up taking the chicken because Amanda told me she would treat me to my meals because I'm poor. But... really I probably should have known that I would never let someone buy my meals for me unless I was about to die ... so I DID end up spending a lot of money on food. But we'll get to that. 

So we get on the bus at 1am, scheduled to arrive at 5:20am. The website for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon said that you should get to NBC (30 Rock) by 9am at the latest. Amanda was extremely concerned about us being exhausted. In fact, it was kind of amazing that she even chose to come at all given the level of her concern. I wasn't that worried. Not only can one do a LOT of things on little sleep, but I could argue that it's even MORE fun sometimes because you get giddy. Although, neither of us really slept more than an hour on the bus and I spent a lot of time reflecting on how I used to not only sleep on buses all the time, but that I had trouble staying awake. But this time, I couldn't get my feet right and my head was in the way. Ridiculous. Although, Amanda wears an eye mask when she's asleep or trying to sleep, and the people around me were at least closing their eyes, so I spent an hour enthusiastically mouthing the words to the entire soundtrack of The Last Five Years, a practice I used to do all the time when I was younger and pretending to sleep while actually waiting for my parents to go to bed so that I could ... do my thang at night. It was quite fun. Although I had to keep my eyes closed the entire time because I was worried that someone would open their eyes and I would make eye contact while looking like a fool. At least if my eyes are closed, I don't have to know if people see me being socially inappropriate.

The bus got there early and we arrived a little before 5am instead of 5:20am. Amanda was pissed and a little cranky (which I totally understand), but I was PUUUUMPED! Plus I couldn't stop singing little tunes about New York. Eventually Amanda came around. 

Anyway, previously (before we left my apartment) we discussed how she wanted to sit in a diner until 7:30am and THEN get in line. I told her that she was free to do that, but that I was getting in line right away because I don't care if I look like a fool, but if I spend $40 on my trip, and I don't get tickets because I was chilling in a diner, I'm gonna be pissed. Yes. I'm bossy. I was worried that I was going to cave when we got there, in the name of happiness for all, but luckily for me, Amanda allowed us to go straight to NBC. I got an some sort of breakfast thing at McDonalds first though. I don't think I've ever had a breakfast thing from McDonalds before. 

It took a while to figure out where the line was going to be. Many of the people at NBC weren't really sure what we should do, which I found really odd. Jimmy Fallon is pretty new... but he's been doing this for like... over a month for sure, AND they used to do it with Conan... so I wasn't sure what the problem was. But at a little before 6am we finally got in line. AAAND couple got in line right behind us. I gave Amanda an "I told you so" look and she agreed that it was good that we came 3 hours early. 

Actually though, no one else got in the line until 8am. The four of us stood there for two hours alone inside barricades that they put up for us. It wasn't that bad though. Amanda and I made some madlibs for a while. We talked to the people behind us and Amanda recommended some places for them to eat later. We also discussed what movies you could watch at a general genital-themed party: 

-Teeth

-Vagina Monologues

-Blue Lagoon

-Superbad

-Hard Candy (although a little too dark)

There were others that I didn't like as much. 

Whatever. By 8am, other people started to come until there were about 30 people in line. Then the guy came out and gave us standby tickets. Amanda and I got number 1 and 2 and I felt pleased because even if we didn't get in, it wasn't for a lack of effort. They told us to come back and see if we got in at 3:45pm. 

We decided to go to the Met, which was obviously amazing. We mostly looked at Egyptian art, which Amanda loves, and 19th and early 20th century European paintings, which I love... Although we both enjoyed the whole thing. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to the MFA! 

But anyway! We stayed for maybe 2 hours but left because we were going to have a sit-down lunch at this Cuban restaurant that we both like. But instead, we ended up just having a hot dog right outside the museum. And then Amanda took me to get some pizza because I told her she was a pizza snob about New York pizza. Although it's a little unfair because I honestly can't tell good pizza from bad pizza. I don't know what people mean when they say they don't like Dominos but they love Papa Johns. Or if they say there is no pizza but New York pizza. My stepdad used to say that the best pizza in the world is at a place called Salernos... and I believe that was in either Scranton, PA or Memphis, TN. I've tried all of these things and all I know is that they are only a LITTLE bit different, and they all taste like pizza. I think people just like what they grew up with... or maybe that's extremely obvious and I'm being needlessly obnoxious about the whole ordeal. 

Anyway, we ended up having a lot of time to kill still because those meals were way shorter than our expected meal. Plus, I entered a HUUUUGE sleepy pocket and thought I was going to die a little bit. So I requested we go to the park and take a little snooze. Amanda didn't want to go on the grass so we sat on a bench next to a jillion people and you'd THINK that I couldn't fall asleep in that circumstance but I totally did. I put my arm on the back of the bench and rested my head on my arm and passed out, while Amanda just sat there staring ahead. I was in that position for like 15 minutes when I did that jolt thing that I (and everyone I assume) sometimes do when I feel like I'm falling. So I do the jolt, and then this lady on the other side of me (my back was toward her) calls to me... or something. She gets my attention but I don't remember exactly. 

So I turn over to her and she has a head scarf over her so she kind of looks like a nun. Definitely like... 60 years old. So she asks me if I need a few dollars for food. I was really confused and thought she was asking me for money... but nay. She was trying to GIVE me money because I think she thought I was homeless!!! I, of course, told her that I was fine and thanked her. AND THEN she told me that you can get a shower at the gym nearby. She told me that in some city a day gym pass is $10 but here it's $25 and she said if I go and tell them she sent me, that I could probably get in for $15!!!

Just so you know, I thought that she was extremely generous and, while I understood where she was coming from, I wasn't that embarrassed. From behind, I really did look like hell, my hair seeming to take on the first stages of dreadlocks because I had stood outside in a misty rain for 3 hours and I slept on that bus and I had no brush and at that point, it was getting warm and I was a little sweaty. AND I was asleep in a park and I don't think she knew Amanda was with me. 

Then, I ended up talking to her about Boston and how she wants to go and see the Church of Scientology (buh... but ok) and how she really likes to travel because then she doesn't have to worry about petty home things and how she really wanted to go to Alaska and about how I'm a television major and how there aren't many women in that field. Then Amanda touched me on the back and I remembered that I probably shouldn't sit and talk to this lady forever. So I told her that we had to go, thanked her for her generosity, and wished her luck on her travels. As we left, Amanda looked at me incredulously because my recent stranger activity has sky-rocketed but I SERIOUSLY am not starting these things! But I feel SUPER proud to be a friendly stranger so... I assume on some level I'm asking for it... although I haven't YET begun a conversation with someone I didn't know... Buuuuuut Amanda didn't actually hear most of our conversation and asked me what the lady was selling. I think she was surprised when I told her she was trying to GIVE me money... AND of course Amanda was amused that the lady thought I was homeless. 

Anyway, after that 15 minute snooze and the adrenaline I got from trying to convince the lady that I was fine, I was wide awake again. Plus it was almost time to go. We sat on a bench for like... 20 minutes and then we went into NBC. They checked us off and told us we should come back AGAIN at 4:15pm and make sure we used the bathroom. We went off in search of the bathroom, which I didn't even REALLY have to use, and it was soooo twisty of a place that I was certain we'd never find our way back. But of course we did. Although, Amanda tried to take a short cut until I gave her a look that I bet told her that I could not be responsible for my actions if we never made it back because we got lost taking the "shortcut." At this point, we still weren't even sure we were going to get in. When we got to the place we were supposed to be, there were about 40ish people waiting. Then they told us 1-30 should follow them... but we STILL weren't all guaranteed seats... although I felt INFINITELY more confident. Then they broke it down to 1-15 and we had to go through metal detectors etc. 

Then they asked 1-6 to come with them and asked us if we wanted to be part of the people who get to surround the musical guest when they do their thing, meaning we would likely be on TV. We agreed instantly and were SUPER pleased about being the first in line. But then, as we got into another line, Amanda and I started panicking because we didn't want to be where the musical guest was the entire time because then we wouldn't be able to see John Krasinski! We were SUPER nervous. I kept telling Amanda that it was in the past and it's useless thinking about it... that we should just see what happens first... but I was really just as distressed as she was. BUT THEN we DID get seats in front of the show, and they told us that they bring us over to the stage after the show when the guest comes on! So whoooo!!!

BASICALLY, it was SUPER fun!!! 

First of all, the regular band, the Roots, was AMAZING! AND crazy fun and enthusiastic!! When they performed for us to get us pumped, they were all smiling and dancing around and then the tuba player, the guitar player and the bass player (who was REALLY cute) ran up the stairs and then bounced back down them. Yes. Bounced. It was hilarious. I loved it. 

Also, there was a guy who was KIIIIND of a warm up comedian. He was really funny and interacted with the audience a lot... but he also served the purpose of telling us what we need to do... like not shout out and stuff. Stuff you could assume. 

Plus it was pretty educational about the late night shows that I watch so much. I assumed it would be. Now I want to see MORE to see what they do differently. For instance, Jimmy Fallon doesn't really interact with the audience off camera, but I'm almost positive that Craig Ferguson does... and I bet Jon Stewart and Colbert do too... I need to see!! Not that Jimmy doesn't say ANYTHING... but... very little.  

But I nearly died when John Krasinski came out... and he stayed on the stage the whole time, which was AWESOME!! And I liked being able to watch Jimmy and John watch the clips.. because I usually wonder when I'm watching the shows what faces they make when they watch the clips... or if they talk. If you want to know, they pretty much watched the clips, but OCCASIONALLY talked. Also, about a BILLION people come out on the stage during every break and Jimmy got more make up every time and John would talk to the people... which ... seemed sooooo awkward. Like... it would suck trying to have a conversation with someone, that you probably don't know at all, while like... 150 audience members gawk at you, wondering what you're saying. Also, the guy from True Blood was on the show and this guy who demonstrated a full body xbox thing. I mean... I obviously just starred at John the whole time. 

Then, when the musical guest came, they filed the people who who were going behind the band down to the stage and we passed right by John Krasinski! AND I had a FULL-BODY TREMBLE FROM IT... because I'm a star-struck little girl. Couldn't help it... I was SHAKING. Plus, I couldn't even look at him really because I was so embarrassed. Amanda told me later that she made eye contact with him. So jealous!!!!!

Anyway, we watched the band, which was very good. They actually played two songs, although only one will be aired. Amanda already watched the show and we're both on TV!! I want to watch it to see how they cut it... but also I'm pretty sure it'll be a little boring since... I already saw it. 

Anyway, right after the show (the taping ended at 6:55pm), I went to Port Authority and ended up getting 7:30pm bus, which was LUCKY because that was the last bus until midnight! I got the ticket at 7:20pm and had to run down to the gate and they were already boarding the last few people. But I made it. And I INSTANTLY passed out.. proving that I CAN sleep on the bus...

And actually, when I woke up like... an hour before we were going to arrive in Boston, I realized that either I smelled terrible or the guy next to me did.... and I tried to smell myself but it was difficult to be subtle about it. But I was feeling really bad if it was me. Although, after parting, I see that it was indeed him. So... I feel better. 

So... I had an AWWWWESOME 24 hours!! And I'm even more pleased that I saw and seized the opportunity. Made it happen! And now I can do that whenever I want (/whenever I can afford it). More incentive to make some moneys!!

But... awesome!

Netflix Knows

Netflix tells me that it has discovered that I have a preference for "tortured genius."

But... they still haven't figured out that pregnancy is my favorite genre... I still know me more than they (I hope).