I do not feel I missed out by waiting over eight years to watch Firefly. I did give it roughly four hours of viewing (the true pilot and the next two episodes), and maybe it needs to be digested in smaller doses. And maybe expectations were just a wee bit high since I’ve never known a Buffy fan who didn’t think Firefly was a masterpiece. And I’m really not a connoisseur of sci-fan. Anyway, this was worth a blog post. Now I need to go find something else to stream over Netflix, as I’ve reached the end of Season Four of 30 Rock, and I can’t get myself to start watching Season Two of The West Wing (no appetite for anything political).


Weeds etc.

Thanks to streaming Netflix, I’ve just wrapped up five seasons and 63 episodes of Weeds in 55 days. (I had seen Season 5 on a free Showtime preview last year, but it’s much better viewing with four seasons of context).

There is so much in this show I could’ve done without:
– the massage parlor
– drugging daughter with laxatives
– death by sandblaster
– 13-year-old’s threesome
– random alley sex
– cockatoo killing
– Kevin Nealon masturbation
– Mary-Kate Olsen

But the show had me hooked. Mary-Louise Parker. Her facial expressions are one-of-a-kind. Mesmerizing.

Elizabeth Perkins is great, even if Celia Hodes turns cartoonish in later seasons.

Oh, what’s the point of writing about a television show you’ve watched as a solitary experience? Getting rid of regular TV means I don’t watch anything at the same time as anyone else. I can’t say to anyone, “Did you see Weeds last night?” Anyone with Showtime has seen Season 6, and I already accidentally saw too many spoilers.

Geez…the more I think about it, the 63 episodes in 55 days is not something to be particularly proud of.

Ugh. Suddenly very self-conscious about the blog…about myself…I already took one post out of the public domain today. I was complaining about my old bank. Upon further review, it seemed quite…unseemly…and I cared that it made me seem petty and bitter and…being a viewer of 63 episodes of Weeds in the span of two months makes me seem what, then?

Ok…if I’m going to do stream-of-consciousness writing tonight, I should at least complete my thoughts.

I should write about something a little more important. I have kidney news to share. That should go in another post.

Sorry, folks. I am finished with work for the year, and it’s just dawning on me…and I’m not overcome with a feeling of grand relief…more, the enormity of a lot of things are sinking in…and shouldn’t be writing as that happens, at least not here, like this…