I have done nothing more interesting in the past two days than watch the entire eighth season of How I Met Your Mother on Netflix.
I’d fallen out of the habit of watching it, but honestly I think the show is best when experienced in big blocks back to back. I really want to continue watching, but at the same time I worry about getting caught up and therefore falling out of the habit again. (The again, the ninth is apparently the final season, so maybe that’s not an issue.)
On Friday night, I re-watched Running Scared, inspired by this article about it and the discovery that it’s also on Netflix. It really does hold up very well. Then last night I watched Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing. I really think he and this “Shakespeare” fellow are going to go far. Also Amy Acker and Reed Diamond should be in everything. Everyone’s delightful — and Joss Whedon has a lovely house — but those two are really something special.
I’m off from work next week. It’s maybe not the single best week for it — I have my computer home with me and will probably read and send a few e-mails — but I’m nevertheless glad for it.
No writing group again this week — still on hiatus — and not much else going on.
We just got the eighth season on socialist Netflix, so I’ll be putting in some time to block watch it (and yes, I agree – it’s a show that does well in large doses).