In a stunning move meant to lead the trend pack by trailing it by miles, I have joined Netflix. Because watching 2-5 movies a week in the theater these days just doesn’t seem to be enough. And also because I got a two-week free trial. And they have Basil Rathbone movies that I have never seen before. Anyone who knows me knows of my undying love for all things Basil Rathbone.
I currently have thirty-two discs in my queue. Of course, eighteen of those are Scrubs episodes – the first six seasons with Season 7 on order. But I’ve got all manner of movies on there: sci-fi, musicals, mysteries, thrillers and unusual independents. It’s a good thing that I just got a new (to me) TV that’ll be hooked up to my DVD player in my bedroom. Mind you, I hate having a TV in my room, but with CuteFilmNerd over my place as often as he is and my roommate deciding that he wants to use his own TV in the living room to tape TV shows, well, I don’t feel like I have much choice in the matter. Plus the TV was free. You can’t beat a free 27″ TV with a stick. Well, you could, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Things stop working when you do that.
As I recently Twittered, I’m so late to the party that I started my own.
(Whenever I mention Twitter and Twittering around CuteFilmNerd, he turns into a 12 year old with the double innuendos. Is it wrong that I not only think it’s cute in an almost-42 year old man, but I shamelessly encourage him? Apparently I am also 12.)
Last week I saw five movies in the theater. Five! That’s twice as many as 2006 and 2007 combined! Granted, three of them were over the weekend (double bill of Network and The Hospital on Saturday and a Saturday midnight showing of Piranha – one of CuteFilmNerd’s favorite films), but still, that’s a lot of movies. I’m seriously thinking about putting together a list of all the movies that CuteFilmNerd and I see together, just to remind myself what I’m immersing myself in. At this rate, I’ll have seen more movies than any of my friends who have made fun of me for seeing so few movies (CuteNerdBoy and my roommate come to mind, for example).One of the fun things about living in L.A., however, is not just the movies that are available in revival houses, but the folks who show up to watch them. At the midnight showing of Piranha I saw Quentin Tarantino, Justin Long and Zachary Quinto. Pretty cool, I have to say. I mean, I don’t care all that much about Tarantino, but the other two were fun to see. Plus I met Clu Gulager, whom CuteFilmNerd knows and who is the very definition of a working actor. Also pretty cool.
However, not all is milk and honey in the World of Carol. As there are times where I am not always the brightest bulb on the string, I was stupid enough to sit in the front row of the movie theater for Piranha. Being the not-so-proud possessor of an arthritic neck for the last ten years, I know better than this. But CuteFilmNerd wanted to sit and talk with Clu before the movie started and I thought about the time I saw The Return of the King in the front row of the theater with no ill effects (a lucky fluke, apparently), so I said sure. Dumb move on my part. I’ve been aching ever since and taking ibuprofen like it’s candy. I’m sure moving my TV on Saturday before the movie didn’t help much. *sigh*
Also, last weekend I stupidly dropped my camera when CuteFilmNerd and I were hiking in Griffith Park. While I can still take photos with it, I seem to be unable to get the photos off the camera unless my new fella uses his card reader on his laptop. Something we didn’t get around to doing this past weekend, which means I have some very cool photos from last weekend and this past weekend that I can’t upload to my Picasa account. Excuse me as I commence fuming.
Which means that I’ll just have to make do with a couple of photos from his online profile that caught my attention:
And on Saturday he used the “G” word in referring to me. I’m not talking “goose,” either. When I asked him about it, he said that, given how much time we spend together – which is nearly every day – and how we care for one another, it seemed to fit. So it looks like I’ve got myself a boyfriend.
How’d that happen?
Of course, that means that freaking out must also commence, because that’s just the way I roll, baby. But I must freak out in such a way that I don’t push away my brand-new boyfriend, because I really like this guy.
Doing the ol’ finger-crossing again…