Netflix and Being Outside of Your Comfort Zone

Isn’t it weird to have something for so long and never really use it?

That’s me. I’ve had Netflix for a little under a year and have never really used it much. Nothing really, just never had the inclination to watch anything. I did use Netflix to watch old staples such as Frasier. I really liked that I didn’t have to dig out the ol’ DVDs. I never watched anything else, either because my Netflix search skills suck (or their search sucks, one of those) or because they didn’t have what I wanted to watch.

This weekend, I am pleased to say that I officially binged on Netflix. I don’t recall watching as many movies/series as I had in my history of having it. The downside is that my whole day went because of it.

And it all started with Poirot. I watched one episode last week and got a little hooked. That led me to watching it from the start (which was a bit disappointing, because in the episode that I watched he seemed really nice, but then he wasn’t in the beginning). Those first few episodes weren’t really notable to be honest. That then led me to jump around and find some other shows. I ended up watching Death Comes to Pemberly, which if you are a Jane Austen fan, you may enjoy for it continues the saga of the Darcys. The acting was good and the plot was believable. BBC makes such great shows (such as Doctor Who– which I tried watching the classics, but just could not get into) when you think about it. They make you think and keep you on your toes.

Segueing from that, I watched an Indie Comedy just to spice it up. Ended up watching The Station Agent, starring Peter Dinklage (Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones), Patricia Clarkson (Claire from Frasier), and Bobby Carnavale (Vincent from Will and Grace). It was a really good movie, despite its seemingly disappointing ending. Being conditioned with watching your mainstream movies, I kept watching and waiting for the romance to happen only to find out that everything was truly platonic, a rarity in films these days.

All in all, just like how you can get sucked into the rabbit hole in Youtube, you can get sucked into one on Netflix too. Don’t even bother with worrying about the time and just enjoy the ride. You never know what you may be opened to and who knows– end up liking.


First doodle of 2012: Grandpa takes a Tumble

Nothing like a little spilled blood to ring in the start of 2012.

All thanks to my pal Frank who decided to tumble up stairs like a pro.

Frank went up the stairs
And tumbled down like a lopsided pear
He got a nasty scrape
Couldn’t patch it with some tape
Now he’ll relive it in a grainy nightmare



Black Friday Food Coma

Since I’m not much of a Thanksgiving person, (thank you family that does celebrates holidays half-assedly) I like to eat my huge meals after the day has passed. In my defense though, usually my family celebrates it  in their own little way. No turkey, no stuffing, no mashed potatoes and gravy. It is more of a chicken and rice sort of night. Then if there is no time (or if people are too lazy to pick it up) it’s hotpot Thanksgiving. Oh hotpot. How I love thee. It is not right if you go out and pay someone to eat their hotpot, it is always great to do it at home with your family. That way you can be sure that the meat you’re eating is fresh and not some frozen stuff they just started to thaw just as you sat down at the table.

In any case, hotpot with my family is great. The meat and vegetables are fresh, and there are always enough sauce to go around. Of course when you are paying for it, you have an ample selection of sauces as well; however we are not paying an arm and a leg over this meal, so it was not so bad overall.

So where was I going with this? Ah yes, eating after Thanksgiving. Tonight I had a great meal of chicken, stuffing, and carrots. Oh so delicious, and oh so much food. Hence the whole “Black Friday Food Coma” titling. Would have taken a photo but it was one of those “stuff your face and forget until you have only one little piece of food on the plate” moments.

So on that note, I will leave you with a picture of my silly dog.

Do I go into the hotpot?