So, my latest obsession with Big Love has lead me to my next obsession...
NetFlix.
Ever-late to hop on the bandwagon, my husband and I didn't subscribe until now because we hardly ever watched movies. What with the new baby, my husband's long hours, and adjusting to changing routines... Sigh! We barely had two hours to ourselves, much less time to plunk our rears in front of a screen.
Things have since calmed down a bit. As mentioned before, my husband has been devoting more time to his personal projects, which is great for him but leaves me with some more free time on my hands (once our son gets to bed, of course)...
I wasn't until I found myself making multiple trips to the "evil corporate movie rental giant" in one week, that it became evident that there's a easier (*cheaper*) way! After comparing competitors and a little friendly peer pressure, we signed up for Netflix last weekend and started ranking our favorites... and whadaya' know?! I learned something new and quirky about my husband.
The man LOVES taking surveys. No, really. Apparently, sharing his thoughts and opinions give him the same tingly, dizzy, cross-eyed, excited feeling that I would reserve for the purchase of designer handbag or the perfect shoes... He stayed up until only who knows when one night bequeathing star ratings to film after film, then arranging our queue just so. (Nerd!)
I, on the other hand, generally have trouble waiting for things ordered online to arrive. I'm all about the instant gratification when I purchase something. Since we signed up on a Friday, our first three DVDs weren't sent out until Monday and didn't arrive until Tuesday.
That night, INSTEAD of getting to bed early so I could get to the gym the next morning.... we watched... Nay! DEVOURED the first two episodes of another HBO series, Rome. With the exception of the excessive violence and grossly gratuitous T and A, I was digging the storyline and costumes... until this one line given at towards the end of Episode Two:
NetFlix.
Ever-late to hop on the bandwagon, my husband and I didn't subscribe until now because we hardly ever watched movies. What with the new baby, my husband's long hours, and adjusting to changing routines... Sigh! We barely had two hours to ourselves, much less time to plunk our rears in front of a screen.
Things have since calmed down a bit. As mentioned before, my husband has been devoting more time to his personal projects, which is great for him but leaves me with some more free time on my hands (once our son gets to bed, of course)...
I wasn't until I found myself making multiple trips to the "evil corporate movie rental giant" in one week, that it became evident that there's a easier (*cheaper*) way! After comparing competitors and a little friendly peer pressure, we signed up for Netflix last weekend and started ranking our favorites... and whadaya' know?! I learned something new and quirky about my husband.
The man LOVES taking surveys. No, really. Apparently, sharing his thoughts and opinions give him the same tingly, dizzy, cross-eyed, excited feeling that I would reserve for the purchase of designer handbag or the perfect shoes... He stayed up until only who knows when one night bequeathing star ratings to film after film, then arranging our queue just so. (Nerd!)
I, on the other hand, generally have trouble waiting for things ordered online to arrive. I'm all about the instant gratification when I purchase something. Since we signed up on a Friday, our first three DVDs weren't sent out until Monday and didn't arrive until Tuesday.
That night, INSTEAD of getting to bed early so I could get to the gym the next morning.... we watched... Nay! DEVOURED the first two episodes of another HBO series, Rome. With the exception of the excessive violence and grossly gratuitous T and A, I was digging the storyline and costumes... until this one line given at towards the end of Episode Two:
Caesar is in Italy! Caesar is in Italy!
Ummmm, Italy didn't become "Italy" until its unification in the late 1800's. Prior to that, the Italy as we know it now was comprised of various city states and kingdoms... Caesar actually crossed the Rubicon into Province of Gallia Cisalpina (today’s northern Italy), which no general with his armies was allowed to do at the time. Hence the term, "Crossing the Rubicon", means going past the point of no return. Thank you, liberal arts education and semester in Rome. You never fail me.
Yes, I am a NERD too. For some reason that really irked me and since we all know how it ends (ahem, spoiler alert: Rome falls), I returned the DVD right away and shoved the rest of the series further down our queue.
Yes, I am a NERD too. For some reason that really irked me and since we all know how it ends (ahem, spoiler alert: Rome falls), I returned the DVD right away and shoved the rest of the series further down our queue.
The next day, instead of doing crunches during my son's nap like I promised myself I would... I devoured another movie, Maxed Out, a documentary on America's personal and national debt. Forget about horror films. I don't really like them anyway. Stuff like this is what really keep me up at night... and thus preventing me from getting to the gym at the only time that I can-- very early in the AM.
I can already feel my butt widening.
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