Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Jam Packed Life

I don't know, sometimes writing a blog post seems like more work than it's worth.

But then I remember all of my fans, the little people, god love you, waiting breathlessly for the semi-latest bulletins from the fast-paced life of mrpeenee. And then I think "You know, this crap is more work than it's worth."

But now, having discovered I had mixed up my antidepressants with the Tic-tacs, I am back on track and as soon as I pry Saki away from the keyboard where he's hogging the computer with his filthy dog 'n cats porn, I am flinging the on dits.

We had a lively supper with friends last week where the subject of mrpeenee's retirement and my new and improved life came up. "But what do you do?" the table asked, all concerned and mystified and stuff. Darlings, you don't understand; I don't do anything. I don't have to. Once you have freed yourself from wage slavery, the world is your big, fat, lazy oyster. I sleep a lot; I look out at the garden and rebuke myself for not gardening; I play with the cat. That's about it.

Exceptions must be made, of course. Today was a non-stop whirl of exhausting activity. Lunch with Super Agent Fred, a mani-pedi with his boyfriend, a visit to chiropractor, and a haircut. It was so demanding, I missed my late afternoon nap and only barely squeezed in my early afternoon one.
mrpeenee's nails, salon fresh.

Portrait of the author's haircut


I had to go see the Greg, the World's Greatest Chiropractor, because I spent the last three nights hunched in front of this very computer watching some stupid TV show from last year called FlashForward and screwed up my neck doing so. I am such a fragile blossom. The show sucked me in with an intriguing premise (everyone in the world passes out for two minutes, seventeen seconds resulting in mass destruction, and everyone has a vision of what their lives will be like in exactly six months) but the whole thing degenerated into turgid soap opera land despite some really good acting. I still have five episodes to go, but I'm so annoyed at it for screwing up my neck, I've decided to punish it by bailing out. Plus I understand ABC canceled it after one season and the last episode seriously misses out on the "wrapping it up" juice one wants after investing 22 episodes of your time in the mess.

Consequently, I'm looking for recommendations of something good to watch on either hulu or netflix streaming. John Barrowman's cover of Beyonce's Single Ladies on youtube does not count, thank you.


  1. Well, currently I'm watching (on mute) telenovelas---Hunky shirtless latinos kissing lots of crying drag queens.

  2. i haven't been to hulu in a while, but last i visited, i enjoyed watching old david susskind shows.

    i used to stream, but then my prostate grew bitchy.

  3. I am Sans Telly at present but I can offer that poor girl a shoe horn and a butter stick... Do you think it would help?

    Oh hai Jason.... Norma

    nice nail work mrpeenee....

  4. You make blogging sound like you're calling your mother...
    Lately, I have realized that I haven't seen some of my favorite movies for twenty years, I've been making a list and I'm going to invite some of the kids over to corrupt them.

  5. Er, does Greg have any other jobs?

  6. Greg looks quite fetch. I love a man touching me, in a medically approved way.

    I haven't the foggiest idea what to recommend on TV. I find that the movies from Prime Pork and Berlin Star (excluding the two shit movies they did) always capture my attention.


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