When Lorna Met Netflix

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Last week, Sarge wandered into the bedroom, where I was reading and minding my own business.

‘I just bought something,’ he said.

‘What?’  I expected him to name some official noise-making device with numbers on the end of it.

‘You’re going to hate me.  You’re never going to speak to me again.  It’s terrible.’

‘Whut?’

‘I got an internet TV box.  Blah, blah, blah (some numbers).  And it has Netflix.’

I looked at him over my book.  ‘It has what now?’

‘Netflix.’

‘Real Netflix?’

‘Aye, and some fake ones as well.’

‘You’re kidding.  Don’t toy with me, dude.  I have PMS.’

You see, I have been voting that we get some sort cable TV for years.  It would have saved us money on movie tickets and allowed me to join in on some conversations at work when I had a job.

We couldn’t get Sky because Sarge is diametrically opposed to Rupert Murdoch.   I’ve forgotten why we couldn’t hook up Virgin TV.  But still, it was one vote for and one against cable TV of any kind.  And the cat’s gone, so there was no tie-breaker.

And so, when Sarge came in and said ‘Netflix’ and ‘we have’ in the same sentence, I might have said, ‘You love me, you really love me.’

The first day it was here, I forgot we had it.  Since then, I have watched the following:

Movies:

The Deep End of the Ocean – I believe I borrowed the book version from my mother, it’s so old.

Return To Me – I actually have this movie, but the disk was scratched by someone who wasn’t me before I got to watch it.  Now I have.  And I’d forgotten how much I like Bonnie Hunt.

Mallrats – Because I like Kevin Smith.  And why not?

Everybody’s Fine – This was one I wanted to see in the cinema, but didn’t.  Deeper than I expected, but good.

TV Shows:

Lilyhammer – on BBC iPlayer.  Nice to catch-up on a screen that isn’t my laptop.  This one is helping me deal with The Sopranos withdrawal while adding another of my favourites, Norway.

Weeds – Suggested by my Mom, ages ago.  Haven’t gotten further than the pilot.

Modern Family – Three episodes in, and this could be my new favourite show.

Damages – Glenn Close is more scary than she was in Fatal Attraction.  Rose Byrne is less annoying than she was in Bridesmaids.  Full of win.

The Killing – 10 minutes of the Danish one, and 5 minutes of the American one, to figure out yes, they are that alike.

Fear not, I’m still reading and writing and job-searching.  Next month, I even get to go back to school.   In my pajamas.

But for tonight, Sarge and I have a date with Breaking Bad.

Are there any other shows or movies I should be catching up with, now that I can?