Dear Netty: An Open Letter to Netflix.

Dear Netflix,

I bet you were wondering when I’d take a crack at you this month. Just kidding, you don’t have a brain. But if you did, then you’d know how much I really don’t appreciate you shitting out on me at least once per whatever episode I’m trying to watch on my Google TV. We’ve had a good almost-year Netty, why the sudden error-parade? And worse, why is it that whenever I try to restart watching whatever it is I’m currently watching, that I have to restart my entire TV in order for you to work again? I don’t like that Netty. I don’t like it at all.

I pay $7.99 a month so you can deliver greatness to my life. Now, that may not be much, considering I have two jobs and can afford your frivolity. But that does not give you the right to poop out on me, or worse, offer me such a limited selection on instant.

See, before your big policy change last summer, I was very much considering getting the mail-in DVDs for $2 more. But your price increase to another $7.99 steered me clear. I don’t have that much time for you Netty, nor do I care to dish out $15.98 every month for your services. If I had decided to do this challenge a month ago, this would’ve been the part where I would’ve complained that you didn’t have Dawson’s Creek on instant. But you saved your ass there by FINALLY uploading it, even though we both knew it should’ve been added at the same time you added Felicity and other shows from that time period.

Why the hell don’t you have Sailor Moon, Netty? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD WATCH THAT SHIT!? Probably more than just me.

Speaking of which, I am continually disappointed with the selection of “mainstream” movies you offer me on instant, Netty. I feel like you should’ve acquired the rights to Avatar by last year, as well as the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Harry Potter, and dare I say it? Twilight. That’s right. Sometimes I feel the need to watch really cheesy love stories about vampires, werewolves, and an idiot teenage girl and frankly, I want to watch them instantly. Netty, you’re not delivering this to me and it make me really sad. Also, I am extremely disappointed with the selection of Robin Williams films and lack of stand up comedy.

But you know what Netty? At the same time, I kind of love you. I love you for The Tudors, Felicity, Keeping Up Appearances, Mad Men, and other goodies you do have on instant. I love you for the plethora of foreign movies I’ve watched, and I love you for hosting some raunchy ass stuff. But for the love of god Netty, get some better shit on there.

A Semi-Satisfied Customer.

And with that said, I started watching Mad Men last night on Netty up there. So far, so good. I’m enjoying the costumes and the allure of the 60s, despite everyone smoking like snakes and drinking (while pregnant!). Not to mention the racism, sexism, and infidelity. Apparently that shit ran rampant in the 60s. People were so naive back then.

I also had a photoshoot today! I was behind the camera the whole time, taking action shots of my friend Kris for one of his photography projects. It was pretty cool actually. We spent about 40 minutes in a field by the The Hill (not The Hills restaurant) and slowly watched a storm roll in in the process. Luckily, it started raining right as we were getting into our cars and going our separate ways. Pictures coming soon!


I have read the Harry Potter series 5 times. I’m nearly done with Deathly Hallows, and decided while I was reading The Prince’s Tale that firstly, I had to dedicate today’s post to it, and secondly, that it is perhaps the most poignant and beautiful chapter in all the books. It really stood out to me, reading it for the 5th time, as an amazing piece of writing in itself, but even more than that, as a…cunning and illusory ending to the 7-book long journey that J.K. Rowling took us through with the whole Harry-Snape dynamic.

All this time, we were (or at least I was) under the impression that they really did hate each other. I hated Snape right along with Harry. But this chapter is so powerful that it blows it all away. Snape wasn’t nasty to Harry because he simply didn’t like Harry, but rather because he was half James Potter, and Snape’s and James’ history made him resent Harry. But at the same time, he was still in such deep and unconditional love with Lily that he put himself in mortal danger to save Harry. I mean, what a story! Such romance! Just heart-breaking, tear-making utter romance!

And then of course, that entire little segment of memory in Dumbledore’s office with perhaps the greatest line in all the books:

“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”
“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.

I mean honestly. What could ever have been a more perfect line? A more perfect chapter? I could feel the familiar sting of tears in my eyes reading that section again, although I didn’t cry like the first 3 times I read it. It’s just so beautiful. It’s ever-lasting. These books are ever-lasting. If I ever have kids and grandkids and great-grandkids, they will most definitely be growing up with Harry Potter and all the wonderful magic these books have brought into my life will be imparted to theirs.

And they will know the meaning of unconditional love through that single word: Always.

Beaches and Bonfires and Gold

I’m quite proud of myself. Not only did I fully pack for Philly tomorrow, but I also did laundry, exercised, showered, curled my hair, managed time to write in my diary, paint my nails (twice), take pictures, AND edit and upload them. It was quite a nice and relaxing Saturday despite trying to make sure I packed everything I needed to. Oh, I also checked into my flight tomorrow and printed my boarding pass! HIGH 5 SELF!

I had kind of planned on hopefully having some time to finish reading Harry Potter 7 so I can start moving on with my TO READ stack, but I didn’t have enough time for that. I might chip away a chapter tonight though…maybe I’ll get ambitious and finish it. Probably not. Also, in the stream of random thought – this song came on the radio today and I hadn’t heard it in a couple of months. It brought back many memories from last Spring when I was madly in love/lust with a guy named Eric. I remember sitting in his cubicle (student worker for IT) and him asking me if I’d heard this song before and I said yes. I remember he really liked it, and I felt like we were getting somewhere. We weren’t. It shall forever be linked to that memory, as well as a cool, bright sky-steel blue color. I might have shared this song way back, I’m not sure. But I love it lyrically and musically and everythingly.

Also, you should go check out Vivography for my newest post, but to give you all a teaser, here is one of the pictures that’s up over there. I’m in love with the way the rose pictures turned out.

And now, Day 21: If you could have one superpower, what would it be and what would you do with it first?
Would psychic ability count? If so, I choose that. Even though I would probably not be able to use it on myself (bummer) I would love to know the futures of people I encounter. I think it’s pretty sweet that there are actual people out and about who do have this ‘superpower’. If only I knew someone like that personally…I often go into bouts of paranoia/wonderment about my future and desperately wish I could just have someone who sees my future reassure me everything’s going to be okay. Although, more specifically about my (nonexistent) love life.
If psychic ability does not count, then I guess my backup would be…MAGIC? Harry Potter style. Give me a wand, put me in a house, teach me enchantments and I will perform. Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Now THAT’S a superpower that I would absolutely go bonkers over.


One of my daily online activities includes browsing my Tumblr dash. Tonight I came across this spectular and wonderfully simple text picture:

Which reminded me of one of my all-time favorite Tumblr finds:

Seriously. I laugh or at least smile every single time I see that. And I have been using “calm yo tits” ever since. Which reminds me of another term I (used to) use: dingleberry(ies). My friend Betsy sent me a custom made “Dingleberry” button she made with her button maker a few years ago. I also bought a “DINGLEBERRIES” pot from the Michigan Renaissance Festival about 2 or 3 years ago. I store candy in there. Currently, I have a half eaten baggie of penis-shaped mints (gift) and some honey filled hard candies from the RenFest this past year.

I also just came across this picture and it reminded me of:
1. How much I still wish I had a personal hair-player.
2. That conversation about someone playing with your hair is perverted with Job 1 Mini Boss and HNI. I still think that’s ridiculous. JUST BECAUSE IT’S PLEASURABLE DOESN’T MEAN IT’S PERVERTED.

Speaking of Job 1 Mini Boss and HNI:
1. Today in Mini Boss’s class, we had a field trip to Haberman Fabrics in downtown Royal Oak and I spent $55 on samples. But about $20 of that was on 4 yards of the this gorgeous and simple red and white striped cotton remnant. It’s calling me to make a jacket of skirt out of it. I can hear it.
2. So HNI knows about this blog, which may inevitably mean he knows it’s him I’m talking about, which means this is acknowledgement is kinda awkward, amusing, and ever so slightly inappropriate. And I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, but it’s hard to restrain not discussing certain people in my life when they make me happy, so I can’t just leave him out of here forever. YA KNOW? YOU GOTTA HIGHLIGHT YOUR BRIGHT SPOTS. 

Jim Parsons, Just Marry Me, Please.

Today was the first day back to school and work and when my phone rang to wake me up, at first I was unsure whether it was an alarm or not, but then I realized it’s so damn loud, what else could it be? My eyes would NOT focus to turn the damn thing off when I got up either. They stung and they were rolling around of their own accord. It was a very strange and awkward feeling.

I also took my ‘exam’ for Cultural Diversity today, which consisted of typing up a whole bunch of stuff that took up 4 or 5 pages. Single spaced. In an hour and a half. *high 5 self intense focus*

I recently found out Jim Parsons is gay and it’s ruining my fantasies! WHY MUST YOU BE GAY JIM PARSONS, WHY!? 

And then I made strawberry pancakes for dinner. And now it’s time for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for the 5th time and bed!