On Netflix

Cheer Coach Day
Do-Dah Parade
National Trails Day
Anniversary - VCR Introduction
Birthday - Paul Gauguin (painter)
Birthday - Dean Martin (singer)
Boone Day (Ky)
National Day (Malta)

 

Once again Netflix does not know what to make of me.  kittikattiehas observed this phenomenon before, and it's true ... What with all the bad B movies, children’s TV, adventure movies, and nature documentaries I’ve bought, I think Netflix thinks I’m a precocious six-year-old boy. Specifically, Calvin. At least, that's what the recommendations it gives me suggest.

 

Also, this is possibly my favorite recommendation so far:

 

The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (3-Disc Series)

Because you enjoyed:

The Blue Planet: Tidal Seas/Coasts

 

Let’s hear it for computer logic!  (I love going to Amazon and looking up the most innocuous thing I can find—like, say, a pattern book for doll clothes—and going down to the Customers Who Bought This Also Bought … section and finding something totally insane—like, say, a book on advanced hardcore weapons fetishes. Makes you wonder who the hell these people are.)

 

And a fact for kjpepper, specifically, to enjoy, gleaned from the audio commentary on the DVD I’ve got now: He wasn’t just speaking French.  He was speaking French with a Russian accent.

 

Closure

Finally, the most important question fans of Cloverfield were left with has been answered!

What happened to Travis? (Warning ... les spoilers.)

Yes! We get to find out if Rob’s wishing Travis luck was prophetic, or if he was ultimately Monster Chow. Thank god; this kept me up at night!

Why yes, I am a geek. Thanks for noticing! 

Triumph!

more cat pictures 

... Yes, it does hurt.

I just feel it’s important to let y’all know:  ninjakitten is awesome. She responded to my invite to have someone come along for support, and not only did she watch me get the whole thing done--she also had lunch with me before and went grocery shopping with me afterward! (My life is glamorous.) Verily, she doth rock.*

It looks terrific. I went with a henna color, instead of straight black. I’ll get pictures once I take off the bandage! Thanks, everyone, for your input! 

Also, on the way out of the parlor I totally bumped into The Enigma trying to get through the door. I said “Oh, hey, it’s Enigma,” and he turned and waved at me. I could have said something wittier, but I’d just spent an hour having ink carved into my back. Gimme a break, willya?


*And a special harrumph to most of the rest of my local meatspace friends, only two or three of whom summoned the apparently astronomical amount of energy it took to even give a shit. Not that I am bitter.