Thursday, May 27, 2010

Netflix is stalking me.

OR, possibly, I am stalking Netflix. What with the instantaneous episodes of Lost. I wish I could say that I hadn't whiled away hours for two days straight watching and watching. I wish I could say it, but I cannot, for I in fact have whiled away those hours, and I will never get them back.

Question: why do The Others have that sick fixation on other people's children? Can they not have children of their own? Are there no fertility clinics on the island? This feature of the show is totally creeping me out.

In other news: tomorrow I will be doing something productive during the daylight hours. And possibly watching an episode here or there. I said AN episode, the people. Just one. Or maybe two.

In other other news: SATC the Rematch was HORRRIBLE (yes, it needed an extra "R," it was precisely that bad). Exhibit A: Liza Minnelli, at the wedding of two gay men, doing "Single Ladies." Also, many more exhibits too banal and also lame to name.

Addendum to the other other news: If I don't plant some flowers soon, I will not be able to live with myself.


  1. you will never, no never watch just two episodes. Better not to start at all tomorrow or wait until you've done productive things.

  2. My brother got caught up on all of LOST over Christmas break. Absolutely nothing else was playing in the family room the whole trip.I say do it like a bandaid and watch it straight through.

  3. I don't want to believe it's that bad, but I can see that it is. So sad. So. Sad.
    I'm the only person on the planet who doesn't care about Lost. I've spent my time doing other equally non-productive things.
    But we should see a non-horrible movie next week.



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