Bill Maher

I’ve PVR’d every episode of the late show since Stephen Colbert began hosting. For reasons I won’t get into, I got over 100 behind.

My PVR got bitchy and started threatening it wouldn’t record everything I wanted it to, so I was faced with a choice. Watch them or delete them.

In short, I’ve been binge watching the shows. They are incredibly commercial heavy and I feel no obligation to watch any segment I’m not enjoying, so I’ve managed to get through almost half, while keeping up on the current ones.

Today, I watched an old episode with Bill Maher. I developed a crush on him, before I gave up the additional cable channels, about the time Netflix started meeting most of my needs and haven’t seen him for a while.

I know he can be found on-line, but I’m old school that way. I want to watch t.v. on the big screen in my family room.

When movies were first available on-line I watched a few with my daughters, on my bed, on the computer and too much was lost. I decided it wasn’t my thing.

Today, Bill was on my t.v., on the Late Show and it occurred to me, a while back he answered in a tweet that the only criterion for a woman was proximity.

I’ve had a private fantasy of testing this statement, but I’ve never had the opportunity. Don’t forget, the other part is that I would love to talk politics with the man. We have a love of that in common.



Anywho, they couldn’t help me, the guys at Powerline that is. These pieces were not manufactured by the companies that they dealt with but he said there were other stores that might carry something.

I suddenly feel really tired. I may indulge in two of my favourite addictions. Caffeine and nicotine. I’ll return.

Cried at the end of the second episode of the second season of Grace and Frankie, or the other way around. I can never remember. Netflix has seemed to be able to give artists their free range. Unencumbered by the need to finance the project from an external source and even removing the sensors because they have their own distribution network, means their shows are exceptional. House of Cards is way and above the kind of thing you see anywhere else. I feel like I know these people.

Some of my most favourite programming now is on Netflix. It is incredible.

I confess, I only felt one growl, really early this morning and I’ve been essentially eating ever since. I think that is OK for today. I recognize that food is filling a need, other than nutritional, and I’m trying to be gentle and loving with myself. If this amount of food negates the progress of the rest of the week, I’ll restrict it further, but right now I’m trying to meet all of my needs and live in that space.

I am tracking calories, not as a way to punish myself, or restrict my intake, but just so that my left brain, the part that wants something to quantify can try to understand what is happening. It is also an objective measure of whether or not I’m getting essential nutrients. Ooooh, chocolate is an essential nutrient. I think I’ll have any icy square.

Simply put. I am not willing to eliminate things that I enjoy.


A Woman’s Woman

So I watched a bit of Episodes, which is streaming on Netflix. One of my favourites.

The drapes being closed puts a whole different look in the room. There is a large bay window, so there is plenty of sunlight. The drapes cover that so the effect is dramatic. In that theme they are my favourite burgundy with gold and green splashed on them in the shape of flowers.

So, Saturday afternoon, several things off of my to do list, nice meal and now I am going to watch a movie. I got two from the library.

I’m watching the movie I got at the library and it is a bunch of bad guys and good guys and computer shit. I must explain that I don’t read what a movie is about because it gives too much away for me. I’ve never recovered from knowing ET lives, so sue me.

Anyhow, bad guy stuff and then the movie announces┬áthat a woman will explain what is going on. Then they zoom in on my dream life. Gorgeous make-up, upswept hair, just in my colour. Large, marble bathtub filled with bubbles. A woman’s woman. Topped off every so nicely when someone, named Benjamin, refills her champagne. I hung on every word she said.

She had those drawn in eyebrows. Not the fine line from my generation, a thick caterpillar type of brow that is mainly created by drawing the shape on with and eyebrow pencil. Now it is not as hideous as I’m making it sound. These are nice looking brows, I just had to refuse when my daughter said she would draw them on me. It is just not my style, thanx.