After my petty Netflix complaints in the previous post, I spent an inordinate amount of time and effort searching for something to Watch Instantly. This turned into an evening of rating several hundred movies to bump me over the 1000 mark –and finally settling on something to watch and falling asleep 5 minutes into it.
I have an elaborate, likely Skinner Pigeon-ly, system for getting optimal Netflix recommendations. My interpretation of “like” is loose to say the least. I might hate a movie but like the idea of it, and so I want similar movies with the same themes less poorly executed, to pop up on my lists. And maybe I liked something but my only reason is, say, that I’ll watch anything featuring Julian Sands. (See also: Helena Bonham Carter.) If I clicked “hated it” for everything I hated, my recommendations would be nothing but director’s cuts or full screen releases of movies I’ve already watched. No really, this was what started my obsessive ratings-tweaking.
You know who else I find so endearing that I’d watch anything she was in? Melissa Joan Hart, the most underrated actor I can think of at 5-something AM. Oh hey, Julian Sands and MJH both played witches. Maybe I have a type?
I should probably devote some time to implement a complex series of Google Alerts filters that will keep me from missing out on all the latest developments in awesome. (They do get complicated. I finally just got my “anteater” alert to stop emailing me little league stats.)
Case in point: I had no idea Skunk Anansie was back together!
It is not TELEPHONE, but I LIKE IT.
You know what else I like? Except not really? How these shoes I lovelovelove finally go on sale, and they’re no longer in my size. I am linking to them (Aldo’s Ambrosio) because I feel like someone should enjoy them even if we weren’t meant to be together. This is Very Mature Adult of me; I am definitely the kid who would buy something at the thrift store that wasn’t my size just because it was too me and then I would send it off to friends who lived far, far away.
I walked away from these in gray (!) in the store for $70 (?!), and then again in the outlet for $50. And I didn’t keep good tabs on them online because I honestly don’t care about shoes unless I really need to replace some. But now I’m having non-buyer’s remorse.
OH! In the mere minutes that I’ve been writing this the gray just became an option again, but still not in my size. Y U Do, Aldo?
Is this what it sounds like when doves cry?