I have a new TVobsession. "Downton Abbey" on PBS.
Masterpiece Theatre, gorgeous Brits, to-die-for period costumes, romance, lies, intrigue, scandal - what more could you want out of television? It's sort of Upstairs, Downstairs meets Gosford Park, in fact the writer/producer, Julian Fellowes won an Oscar for the Gosford Park screenplay. If you have missed it, fear not. I found full episodes of it on www.pbs.org , which I've been watching back to back. Every time I obsess over a British tv show, I end up walking around speaking in a moderately poor British accent all the time. In fact, I'm speaking in a British accent right now, inside my head. Can you hear it? Rather good, is it not?
The other night, for the first time ever, I had a dream about blogging. I was camping. With Ellen DeGeneres, Margaret, my old roommate from college...and the mom of one of Jude's friends. We were camping in some kind of tent/RV, but at some point it became the old pickup truck I drove in high school. It was cold, and I remember wishing I had a better sleeping bag, and for some reason, Ellen was worried because her parents were supposed to be joining us, but hadn't arrived yet. And all of a sudden, I realized that I should be taking notes, because certainly, my readers would love to hear all about my camping experience with Ellen DeGeneres. And there may have been a snake trying to get into my sleeping bag. Hmmm, that sounds a bit Freudian. I'm not even going to go there.
Speaking of dreams...I know I've mentioned before how incredibly vivid Jimmy's dreams are. He often wakes up mad at me, and it takes him hours to shake it and realize it was only a dream. But I don't think I've ever mentioned that he swears he can wake up, talk to me a bit, then go back to sleep and pick up his dream where he left off. He swears that this is true. Could it be? Have y'all ever heard of anyone being able to do this? He also swears that his dreams sometimes manifest themselves. Say he's dreaming that he's in a bar fight, he'll wake up with a bruise on his face where somebody hit him. I think he's nuts.
If you (like me!) are fed up with the crazy and unwanted auto corrections that your iPhone chooses to make for you, check out this website...
Hysterical! People take screenshots of text conversations gone awry. Here are a couple of good ones...
But y'all have to check the site out, because people update it daily. I keep going back when I need a quick laugh.
I have recently identified a disturbing ideological conflict between Jimmy and I. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize it (those of you who pay close attention, however, will remember that I haven't done Jimmy's laundry in 10 years because of some particularly bad behavior on his part. I'd find you the link to my story, but I'm too lazy). In our closet, I always hang my clothes on the hangers facing to the right. Because...well just because. Because that's the way they SHOULD hang. Duh! Jimmy, ridiculously, insists on hanging his clothes on the hangers facing to the left. The LEFT! How absurd! I really don't know if I can live with this.
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook, and I keep going and watching it.
I find it fascinating, and strangely relaxing, especially at night. The snow, the lights, the bustling pedestrians. It's sort of zen-like. The traffic sounds like waves. It's like watching fish in a koi pond. But with taxi cabs and the occasional ambulance. I particularly like Cam 2 and Cam 3 (you can switch cameras if you like). And if you click the EarthCam Network link at the top, you can visit live cameras in other parts of the world. Chicago looks frigid. So does Moscow. Paris at night is dreamy. Oh looky, here's Los Angeles. If I knew when you were looking, I'd go stand in front of Grauman's Chinese and wave.
Okay, run over and see Keely. I'm sure that she'd wave for you too. If they had live webcams in Saskatchewan.