Continuing with the Marvel Universe, I’ve caved to the friends of The Boy and started in on Arrow. Eleven shows in and I can say this for sure: I love Netflix. About Arrow? The jury is still out on that one. Maybe I just like the Marvel Comic Universe better? Not sure yet…
I’m going to keep plowing through the first season, though. If only to see John Barrowman in a series… I love that guy!
This has been a screen day for me while all the family has been out and about with their own work, friends, and activities.
I nearly finished a two season, ten show series “The Forsyte Saga,” then had The Girl and Friend show me a bunch of their internet finds… I don’t know which I enjoyed more. Probably the girls’ videos, because I’ve had enough of drama- real or screen, although I did enjoy the period drama.
On a funny side note though, when I checked in on Facebook this morning, what do I see trending but who’s a favorite to be the new James Bond… One guy is none other than that baddie from “The Forsyte Saga.” I’ve just spent nearly 15 hours watching Damien Lewis be a complete rat-bastard with control issues, (how much tragedy can an extended family take? Holy Moly, give them a break). The characters were well written, though, and even the more despicable ones were so well fleshed out that you could almost understand (but not condone) their motives. I’d recommend the series, overall.
Topping my favorite videos shared by The Girl and her friends has to be “Enamorada,” a video by Dvicio… or “five gorgeous men singing in a car,” according to them.
Saw “Midsummer Night’s Dream” with The Girl. I’ve never seen it before and always wanted to, so when she announced that she had control of the TV for homework’s sake, I joined in. I loved it when the “Though she be but little, she is fierce” line came up- I forgot that it came from this play and was surprised to see what the scene was like that contained this favorite quote.
Yea for English assignments that mean I get to watch Shakespeare that I had yet to see!
The lovely featured photo at the top came from this wiki page. It is a detail from a painting titled “The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania” by English artist Joseph Noel Paton in 1849.
What’s the difference between a super hero and a balance disorder? With the former, he gets Spidy Senses a-tingling, with the latter one is smacked with Spin-y Senses attacking.
First time I had vertigo, it stunk. Second time was quite a violent attack. Third time was just a sensation of an odd disturbance in the force… and once again I sense something is not quite right in them ol’ vestibular canals.
I should have a TV, Netflix or movie viewing list lined up before I become fully incapacitated, miserable, and unwilling to come up with an idea. Or move, for that matter. Any suggestions? Downton Abby and Torchwood are at the top of my list so far. Any great You Tubers that I should binge watch? All I’m good for is sitting and staring. Reading, my favorite past time, is not an option due to the position of the head. Do Not get cute and suggest Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo… not funny.
If you know anyone who is bothered by BPPV, a somewhat treatable form of vertigo like mine, here is a great doctor’s recommendation of her own maintenance- click on the picture:
I can’t believe it- this will make two months in a row that The Mom and I have made it out to a theater venue. Last year we thought it would be a great idea to try to see some production each month and we got in a grand total of ZERO. Hot Damn, mom, we are on a roll!
I’m actually the tag-along on this trip with my parents as they already had plans with their marvelous friends to go see Rogers and Hammerstein’s “The King and I.” Off I drove to meet them at the Welk Resort for the show. This is a great theater, not a bad seat in the house! We all really enjoyed the production, I mean, really- you can’t miss with classic American musicals, can you?
This is the best thing in the world for me, I never want to go out in the evenings. I have long said that I turn into a pumpkin after 7:30 PM. There is a fabulous Mom’s Club at my church, and I usually don’t make our Mom’s Night Out each month. I’m just too pooped! The Husband, thoughtful man, encourages me to get out in the evening with friends, but I rarely do. Even The Boy and The Girl, when they were younger and emerging independents, tried to reassure me that they were fine home alone. I never intended to be the hovering type, I just liked being home with my family, and still do. And actually, I’m pretty sure the kids just want a night at home by themselves to binge watch on Netflix with microwave popcorn… thanks for getting your brother hooked on “Arrested Development,” dear daughter.
On the upside, when I am stuck with a two day headache, I have no qualms about doing nothing around the house. I’ll skip errands, tell the family to fend for themselves in the kitchen, ignore the dishes (broken dishwashers stink, too).
Laundry? Bah. I wave my paw at it.
I resorted to the same thing I did the last time I had a headache- pulled up Netflix and plowed through more of Agents of Shield, which is still new to me. If my head is going to hurt, I’m going to binge watch. One more migraine and I’ll have the first season finished!