Does anyone recognize this quote? Anyone?
Oh, you!! Squeeeeeeeeeee!!!
*ahem*… I love Netflix. I’ve had an account with Netflix, forever, and TH and I eventually wound up merging into 1 account. It’s great. We have the 1 disc unlimited Instant Play package-deal-thingy. It’s less than $10 a month and is absolutely amazing.
I watch more on Instant play than I do of actual television broadcasts. The news is depressing, but necessary I know – so I get my fix via the net. TV Sitcoms I can catch up with on Hulu.com … really, what is the need for an actual cable service?
Well, maybe there’s one need – Sports. Doesn’t make much sense watching replays online… you gotta be in the moment for that. Maybe I should get myself a FLO TV.
The only reason we currently subscribe to cable, is b/c without it, our Internet (which is cable) would be $65/month. That’s just insane. With the package it’s $45 and our TV Cable is $44. It’s not bad. We still could be saving $24/month if we just cancelled the damn thing.
We found, that with Comcast, if you call every 6 months and ask for their specials or current offers, they will give you a great deal. But you have to remember to call, else your price plan jacks up suddenly. Well, abruptly at 6 months in.
What I’m getting at here is a movie I watched just now on Instant Play.
It’s called Love and Other Disasters .
Brittany Murphy, whom I adore and miss dearly 
, is the lead. She has a horrible English accent, but they make amends to it in the beginning clearly stating she is an English/American transplant type thing. Actually, I have no clue really, but that’s besides the point, b/c the accent just sucks.
Alas, it was a great movie. A romantic comedy of sorts. Makes me want some gay-boy-toys real bad. It just seems the English ones are less catty, or perhaps it’s just the accent that makes them more appealing.
There is this one scene where gay-boy-toy, Peter, sees a therapist b/c he is having relationship issues.
So, here goes the conversation:
Therapist: Relationships are best measured by farting. Peter Simon: Excuse me? Therapist: The stages of a relationship can be defined by farting. Stage one is the conspiracy of silence. This is a fantasy period where both parties pretend that they have no bodily waste. This illusion is very quickly shattered by that first shy, "Ooh, did you fart," followed by the sheepish admission of truth. This heralds a period of deeper intimacy. A period I like to call the "Fart Honeymoon", where both parties find each others gas just the cutest thing in the world. But, of course, no honeymoon can last forever. And so we reach the critical fork in the fart. Either the fart loses its power to amuse and embarrass thereby signifying true love, or else it begins to annoy and disgust, thereby symbolizing all that is blocked and rancid in the formerly beloved. Do you see what I'm getting at?
Perfect. This is the perfect analogy for the stages you go through in a relationship. Except, personally, we skipped the “Fart Honeymoon” here. I think they all belong in the bathroom. I mean, c’mon…show some restraint, will ya?! Wait, does that mean that my hate and disgust for TH’s farts symbolizes “all that is blocked and rancid ” ? Um. No. Still love him. Farts and all.
But still there is nothing cute about farting, and that’s my opinion (so please don’t get flippant on me). I know so many girls who sit on their boy’s laps and fart, and laugh and the guy thinks it’s the cutest thing, and all I’m thinking is ewww. B/C maybe she sharted in her pants. And that’s not cute.
Really though, I’m okay with people farting, as long as I don’t hear it and as long as the smell doesn’t penetrate my personal bubble of space.
eck.
Now, imagine we lived in a world where you could actually SEE people passing gas. Like the gas had an actual color, for example – putrid green. I’m sure we’d all be walking in smog all day.
Maybe that’s what’s going on over in L.A.
eck.
