So, my husband went out with the guys tonight. I was invited but opted to "work on my thesis" instead. I have been home alone for an hour and not once until this moment did I even consider working on my thesis. I mean, inititally I fully intended on working on my thesis, and I still might at some point...but it's sooo boring and time-consuming.
Instead, I opted for blogging.
Recently my husband and I have been watching Being Erica on Netflix. We tend to cling to certain shows and watch them obsessively. Like, we watch House every Monday night...except this one because we don't have TV anymore...but that;s another story. We also watched Mad Men in the course of a couple weeks. Several episodes a day. Or Wonderfalls which we've watched several times.
Anyways. Being Erica. We've been obsessively watching an episode or two or three a day. We're in season 2, just after the "do over day" and I've gotten so caught up in this fictional life that I'm fretting over her relationship with Ethan (Who is the hot bartender in Wonderfalls and who plays essentially the same character so husband and I have been imagining that Wonderfalls preceded Being Erica and that poor Ethan/Eric has gone through two divorces and is a hopelessly good guy with incredibly bad luck).
This always happens. We get swept up in the drama and excitement of vicariously living through TV and we feel so personally tied to the characters and their well-being.
This time around, there's a motif. Every episode or two, Erica actively screws things up. It's like there are so many ways that things could work out if she just didn't screw them up, but she invariably does. Typically because she's a whorebag. And a little stupid at times. So now, almost every time we watch an episode, at some point I'm going to start yelling at the TV, "Noooo!! WHY is she such a WHOREBAG!? UGH, what is WRONG with her?" Like that cute, very smart, well-adjusted guy from the high school reunion. She was starting to really connect with him back in time there, but she had to go and sex him up right there on the boat after only having like one conversation with the guy ever. Shockingly, this didn't become a problem. But after being turned down by him at the reunion, she goes and turns it on for Ethan. I mean, there are a ton of times where she just makes out with people, or sexes them up or does something really whoreish and if she just resisted a wee bit, things would turn out better.
However, this show is highly unrealistic in its consequences. There are many times where she tells people stuff that normally would go very badly for her, but they seem to work out in the end. Told her sister she was marrying the wrong guy? Only an issue for a week or two. Yelled at Ethan for being a coward? He came back and professed his love. Told her best friend she was a bad mother? Her friend agrees with her! This is totally unrealistic.These things would not get resolved so quickly or so well in real life.
But now, there's this new guy that's fun and exciting and cool who really hits it off with Erica and they have this special bond, but I can't bear to see Ethan heartbroken. I'm torn. It upsets me that there is a seeming plethora of nice, attractive, available men on this show! You can't just be like "clearly that one's the best looking plus he's the only truly nice guy". It's trickier than that. How are you suppposed to choose who to root for when you feel bad about not rooting for the other handful of decent guys? You can't just hope that they all get her. That would likely be highly dissatisfying for all the guys, though not for Erica...she'd probably love it, the whorebag. Kidding. A little.
Anyways, all this is to say I hope my husband doesn't stay out too late because, damnit, I want to find out what happens with Erica, Ethan and Kai!
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
New TV
Yesterday was a day that my husband and I actually got to spend together. It's a rare occurrence, and thus when it happens, magical things also happen.
I suddenly became very inspired to create a home office for myself despite this being my last semester of school before moving across the province. This home office will only be in use for a maximum of 4 months. Yet, I was fiercely inspired so I went to the usual district and looked through Value Village and the Thrift Store looking for a desk/table/flat surface to begin my remodel. Alas I found nothing. So I asked a clerk to please check in the back room for a desk just in case they got one within the past few minutes. She did and upon returning empty handed, referred me to the BRAND NEW Goodwill down the street.
There had been a Goodwill in my area for several months now without me knowing. I rushed back home to tell my husband that we needed to go there instantly. We did and despite it being a relatively large Goodwill, with lots of other interesting things, there was nothing I could use for my home office.
There were, however, TVs. Now, our current tv technically works, but it is from about the mid 1980s and extremely frustrating when words pop up and you can't read them because the TV is so blurry. We saw one TV that was a good size and an ok price. I was hesitant because we couldn't really tell if it would be an improvement until we got it home and hooked it up, and by then it's non-returnable.
"You guys thinking about buying that TV?" A stranger had approached us. No doubt a student, mid to late 20s, likely high.
"Yeah," we said uncertainly.
"Do you want a free TV? I live just across the street and I'm moving so I need to get rid of it."
We pondered the offer and concluded that a free TV is far less of a gamble than a $10 TV, so we decided to take him up on his offer.
Turns out he did live across the street. He lived in a house, the driveway of which was situated in the middle of a T-intersection of the two busiest roads in all of Guelph. It was quite the adventure simply driving there. So we get the TV, and it's smaller than we would have liked, but free so we didn't complain. A roommate was there with the strange student and seemed to be considerably more inebriated, and both were giggling.
When we got back home, we disinfected every surface of the TV because we're a little worried about germs, especially considering the source, and we turned it on in the hopes that if Bed Bugs had crawled up in the nooks and crannies, they'd die of the heat. Once it was all hooked up and programmed, the difference was amazing. We could read words on it! The picture was clear! Red things didn't bleed into the rest of the picture and white things didn't glow. It was a glorious victory, and yet...it was considerably smaller than our old TV, and also than the TV we were looking at in Goodwill.
We decided that we'd go back to Goodwill and get the other TV too. The small one could be put in our bedroom for easy snuggling during movies. Except, when we got there, the TV had sold! Dissappointed, we went back home.
Then a thought crossed our minds. What if those guys weren't moving, but in fact were dumping their old TV on us so they could get the new, big TV?
Hmmmm.
I suddenly became very inspired to create a home office for myself despite this being my last semester of school before moving across the province. This home office will only be in use for a maximum of 4 months. Yet, I was fiercely inspired so I went to the usual district and looked through Value Village and the Thrift Store looking for a desk/table/flat surface to begin my remodel. Alas I found nothing. So I asked a clerk to please check in the back room for a desk just in case they got one within the past few minutes. She did and upon returning empty handed, referred me to the BRAND NEW Goodwill down the street.
There had been a Goodwill in my area for several months now without me knowing. I rushed back home to tell my husband that we needed to go there instantly. We did and despite it being a relatively large Goodwill, with lots of other interesting things, there was nothing I could use for my home office.
There were, however, TVs. Now, our current tv technically works, but it is from about the mid 1980s and extremely frustrating when words pop up and you can't read them because the TV is so blurry. We saw one TV that was a good size and an ok price. I was hesitant because we couldn't really tell if it would be an improvement until we got it home and hooked it up, and by then it's non-returnable.
"You guys thinking about buying that TV?" A stranger had approached us. No doubt a student, mid to late 20s, likely high.
"Yeah," we said uncertainly.
"Do you want a free TV? I live just across the street and I'm moving so I need to get rid of it."
We pondered the offer and concluded that a free TV is far less of a gamble than a $10 TV, so we decided to take him up on his offer.
Turns out he did live across the street. He lived in a house, the driveway of which was situated in the middle of a T-intersection of the two busiest roads in all of Guelph. It was quite the adventure simply driving there. So we get the TV, and it's smaller than we would have liked, but free so we didn't complain. A roommate was there with the strange student and seemed to be considerably more inebriated, and both were giggling.
When we got back home, we disinfected every surface of the TV because we're a little worried about germs, especially considering the source, and we turned it on in the hopes that if Bed Bugs had crawled up in the nooks and crannies, they'd die of the heat. Once it was all hooked up and programmed, the difference was amazing. We could read words on it! The picture was clear! Red things didn't bleed into the rest of the picture and white things didn't glow. It was a glorious victory, and yet...it was considerably smaller than our old TV, and also than the TV we were looking at in Goodwill.
We decided that we'd go back to Goodwill and get the other TV too. The small one could be put in our bedroom for easy snuggling during movies. Except, when we got there, the TV had sold! Dissappointed, we went back home.
Then a thought crossed our minds. What if those guys weren't moving, but in fact were dumping their old TV on us so they could get the new, big TV?
Hmmmm.
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