[Here's one of the "eaten" posts. I decided to rework the other two.]
So, my husband was out of town all weekend. That was one of the things I didn’t like to tell the Internet beforehand. Because nothing says “rape and rob me” like a disabled woman posting that she’s alone in the house. Although, come to think of it, the fact that I’m a “gun nut” should be in my favour. Until you realise that my arthritis is so bad I can’t pull a trigger. I wonder if faced with the high-adrenaline “he’s going to rape me” situation I would pull the trigger anyway. I would definitely pull the trigger if my dog was threatened in any way. What a sad commentary that I view a threat to my dog as worse than a threat to my person. But I do.
Anyway, on to the admission. Since I was alone all weekend with my brand new TiVo I decided to take Netflix Watch Instantly (R) (TM) for a spin. “Instantly” in this case is a bit of a canard, what with the fact that I often had to wait several minutes for something to “receive”. I’m now intimate friends with the “Receiving….” progress bar. Well, once I finally Received them, I watched most of the episodes in Season One of 30 Rock. I’ve heard nothing but good things about that show and never Season Passed it. I love Tina Fey but my strong dislike of Alec Baldwin sorta trumps that. However my bored-at-home-aloneness trumped even my dislike for Alec “I loathe my own offspring. She’s probably a Secret Republican” Baldwin, so watch I finally did.
The admission? I started to say I didn’t like the show but on further reflection I think it’s just that I don’t like the show in large chunks. A half-hour here and there is fine and funny enough. But there’s so much bitterness and mean-spiritedness underneath the funny that I can’t take it in large doses. Which is odd, considering the fact that I love nothing more than to gorge on Arrested Development marathons–and those are not all sunshine and sweetness.
I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s just something about 30 Rock that makes it not-fun-in-large-doses. I feel bad because I think I’ve just sacrificed whatever hipness I had. Oh well. Guess I’ll go play with my dog.