Oh Netflix, You Think You’re So Clever

I love Netflix, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes their recommendation algorithms are a little… hinky.

More like Thor: The Dark World? Well, you’ve got the first Thor movie–that makes sense. You’ve got some other action/adventure-type movies. You’ve got some movies starring Chris Hemsworth and others with Natalie Portman. All of that makes sense. And the latter reason explains this next bit, but when I put Thor: The Dark World on my list, I was NOT expecting Netflix to recommend Sesame Street: Abby and Friends: P Is For Princess:

One of these things is not like the others…

Just goes to show that even Netflix has trouble with the superhero movie genre. Is it action? Is it adventure? Is it sci-fi? Uh, better just to be safe and recommend movies with the same actors.

This post was originally posted on The Fangirl Project: http://thefangirlproject.com/?p=446

Weekend=sleepytime!

Hi all.

I survived. Thanks for putting up with my freakout post. What was supposed to take me 1-2 hours to drink took me 5 and even then I dumped a little down the drain because I just couldn't handle it. I woke up at quarter to 4 to try with the next batch and that went a lot better; I managed to get all of that down in 3 hours. I discovered that if I tried to watch something (movie, tv, even YouTube videos that make me happy) I couldn't keep up with the speed of the visuals and got overwhelmed. Music didn't work either; too much external stimulation. But if I read, I could go at as slow a pace as I needed. So I ventured into some new-to-me Clint/Coulson fanfic that was AMAZING and totally saved my ass/kept me sane. And when I ran out of stories in that series, I started reading some old-to-me NCIS fanfic. Funny that they didn't mention reading slash fanfiction in the two-page directions for taking that stupid medication. LOL But it totally saved me.

I managed a total of about 2 hours of sleep, in 20 minute bursts on Thursday night. Friday morning, I turned on the TV to get me through the last couple hours of waiting and Sam & Dean were meeting Ellen and Jo for the first time. Awwwww. So that was happy-making. After that, it was a breeze (it doesn't hurt that the hospital I went to is actually full of the nicest people in the entire world; I don't understand how they managed to get that many nice people all in one place, but they did and I'm grateful).

I got home and slept for the rest of the day, waking up occasionally because my tummy was seriously unhappy. Saturday I called in sick at the library and then putzed around Pinterest for several hours... so I could have gone to the library after all (though, honestly, hauling around books and pushing carts and bending over were all things I didn't think I could handle, so it's just as well). Then I crashed hard and woke up a few hours later. I did a little bit of work cleaning my craft room (the sort that involved sitting and going through things in boxes). Then I STUPIDLY decided to watch The Woman in Black, which I've had out from Netflix for months now. At 9pm at night. Alone in a house. At night. Alone. Violating ALL MY PERSONAL RULES for horror/scary movies. The saving grace was that the ghost had a specific demographic she targeted and I did not fall into it. Also, one of the main characters helping to stop the ghost was named Sam, so that was nice. Still, it was dumb of me. Kept seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye and freaking out a little.

Today, I pretty much slept all day, did some laundry, took three loads of recycling to the curb (I went through a LOT of bottles of Gatorade LOL). I still feel kind of weak and out of it, not wanting to do anything or focus on anything. There's a LOT I need to do (my dang Christmas tree is still up). But I just don't have the energy and my stomach's been hurting pretty constantly, along with another 3 things majorly wrong with my body. But I'm going to call a dermatologist on Monday and get a referral from my GI to a plastic surgeon, and I'm hoping that will take care of two of the things. My GI's pretty sure I have an abdominal neuroma, so that accounts for the portion of my stomach that hurts like hell when I touch it. But the rest, we're still waiting on test results for. And there's another set of tests I need to do as well.

Anyway, I'm holding steady. Just tired. And I seriously haven't felt like doing anything except for curling up in my nest of blankets and hibernating like a Hufflepuffian badger until this all goes away. Except I know that won't make it go away. So up I get. Also mortgage. And bills. Hi ho, hi ho...