Getting My Magnum On.

Holy Guacamole.

I just discovered (accidentally) the most awesome thing ever.

Our beach house was hit by lightning several weeks ago. We had to get a new TV. We had to get a new Sony Bravia 46-inch TV (had. to. *wink*). The beauty of this TV is not only that it fills the space above the fireplace but that it has the ability to get Netflix DIRECTLY TO THE TV!!

You just need a little wireless doohickey (similar to a flash drive) that plugs into one of the USB ports (I know!! How far has TV come?!) and you can instantly stream movies and TV shows right to your television for $8.99 per month!! You can tell how excited I am by the number of exclamation points I am using. !!!

So, not only have I watched Steve McQueen sent instantly to my TV in the form of Bullitt (The Getaway was only available through mail and is on its way to me as we speak, as is Sex and Lucia, The Philadelphians and the original Thomas Crown Affair) and The Paper Chase (who remembers this movie which was subsequently made into a series?), Barry Lyndon (before Ryan O'Neal was loony), Amelie, It's Complicated...I have just streamed in two seasons worth of Magnum, P.I. God, I was in love with Tom Selleck in college and "dated" a guy who reminded me exactly of him. Sigh. Yes, dated in quotes. Don't judge.

Netflix should be paying me is how much I love this service. Check it out. The picture's so excellent, too.

Rescue Me, Denis Leary.

It's back on FX tonight!

I got hooked on this series last summer in reruns. My dreamboat Denis Leary plays Tommy Gavin, an effed up NY firefighter dealing with the aftermath of 9/11.

Continually confronted by ghosts of his past - literally and figuratively - he tries to end his self-destructive ways and repair his broken relationship with his wife.

Lots-o-drama with Susan Sarandon and blast-from-the-past Tatum O'Neal. But who cares about them?

Drool.

I love him and his filthy mouth. Always have.

Tonight at 10 pm est.

Sunday Night Confession.

I was a latchkey kid.

In third grade, I would walk my little brother home and watch him until my mom got home from work.

Somehow, I started watching Dark Shadows. It scared the bejesus out of me but I was too fascinated by the vampires and ghosts not to watch. What with Barnabas Collins and the ghost who would appear after the scent of lilacs filled the room? I would wake up in the middle of the night convinced that I smelled lilacs and wait, terrified, for the ghost to appear in my bedroom.

So I used to watch the show while standing by the front door with one hand on the screen door handle (the front door was already open) so I could run out of the house in case anything paranormal appeared in my living room.

For those of you who aren't familiar with it, Dark Shadows was a gothic soap opera with ghosts and all manner of supernatural goings on and a cast of ultra-creepy characters. It aired from the mid-60s to the early 70s. I just read that Johnny Depp was so obsessed with Barnabas Collins that he wanted to be Barnabas Collins. It looks like he's getting his wish: the show is being made into a movie starring Johnny Depp, directed by Tim Burton.

Yikes. I'll be the one under the covers.

Sunday Night Confession.

When I was a young girl, around 6 or 7, I had a crush on Ray Rayner.

If you are from Chicago or possibly the Midwest, you will know who he was. He was like your crazy, hairy, old uncle. He had a duck named Chelveston and a stuffed dog named Cuddly Dudley. I remember the day he showed up in coveralls with notes tacked all over them (he could never remember what came next and he could then just pluck a note off his pants and follow the instructions on the note).

When I was somewhat older, I had a crush on Monty Hall from Let's Make a Deal.


What was wrong with me?

The Shrewiest Shrew What Ever Shrewed.

I don't watch much daytime TV. While I'm working on something, I often stick an old movie in the DVD player because I don't really have to watch it - like white noise or background music or something - but the other day I turned on the TV right at the start of The View. With Ann Coulter as guest.

I am only human; I had to watch. Just like watching an accident happen - you want to turn away but you can't.

I can just see Rush Limbaugh in his maid-purchased, Vicodin-induced-haze watching this and touching himself. The Republicans are so happy to have a "hottie" in their court. If a skeletal female with an Adam's apple turns you on, well, who am I to judge?

Don't watch if you didn't take your blood pressure medicine. She really believes what she says. Including that single motherhood is a "Liberal conspiracy." It gets really good around 6:30 when she asks Barbara Walters to please read her book like she's reading "Mein Kampf."