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I’m in!

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Let me just throw this out there… I love dinosaurs!

Always have, always will. While other little girls were playing with baby dolls and decorating Barbie’s stupid dream house, I was waging a life and death battle with my T Rex and Brontosaur. When other children wanted to go to Madison Square Garden to see the circus, I begged my parents to take me to the Museum of Natural History to see the Stegosaurus skeleton. In a perfect world I would have grown up to be a fossil hunter, endlessly scouring

the Black Hills for remnants of the Cretaceous. The best I can do now? Live vicariously through documentaries my husband thinks are dry as toast. Until this one –

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Tomorrow on Apple TV, the dinosaur documentary to end all dinosaur documentaries will begin. Hosted by David Attenborough…. All Hail Sir David! …it’s the dino version of Planet Earth and I can’t wait.

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*note to self – buy copious amounts of popcorn and butter*

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Now that’s tv worth watching!

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Do you binge?

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I love a good binge, be it tacos or television. So when my new iPhone came with 3 months of free Apple TV access? I jumped on board and watched The Morning Show from start to finish….

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And was seriously impressed. Finding quality programming is a wonderful thing so I dove right into another series and was blown away…

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Yes, this quirky little comedy/drama is now my hands down favorite show.

It’s hilarious… I positively snort.

It’s heartwarming… the Christmas episode made my eyes leak.

The writing is top notch, the characters are well developed and it’s filled with snappy snarky dialogue which is always the best kind. Drama, humor, romance, sports… there’s something for everyone.

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Oy! My favorite character is Roy.

Roy Kent! He’s here, he’s there. Here’s every f*cking where. Roy Kent!

Inside reference, never mind.

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This series is entertaining, endearing, wry, uplifting, wacky and totally addicting. I zipped through seasons one and two and was absolutely bereft at the thought of waiting for #3.

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If you don’t have Apple TV? Get it. You won’t be sorry.

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Bombarded by poo.

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In the continuing saga of my immersion into the myriad world of excrement, my television has now jumped on board.

Geesh… you review one book, write a few posts about the digestive tract and suddenly your world is filled with doo doo.

Poo on my FB reader.

Poo on my news feed.

Now?

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My DVR recorded the latest episode of Nova and of course, it’s all about poo.

Thankfully there was a segment of the program devoted to my beloved wombat and his delightfully cubed shaped dung so it wasn’t a total loss.

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I mean really, what’s cuter than that?

But cuddly wombat aside, it does make me wonder where the next batch of excrement will pop up in my life.

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I certainly hope not. But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me..

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A definite change in perception.

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The recent death of Betty White got me thinking about that popular old show The Golden Girls. To be honest I never watched it, but I caught glimpses now and then.

They were women of a certain age dealing with retirement, the loss of spouses and age related illnesses. They were witty and sarcastic yes, but let’s face it…. more than a little frumpy.

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The show I did watch religiously? Sex and the City. Four women in the prime of their lives romping their way through midtown Manhattan boudoirs with unrestrained glee.

Frumpy? Not hardly…

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And in case you’ve been living under a rock, SATC has returned to HBO under the new name “And Just Like That”. We catch up with 3 of the 4 women ten years later… and while they may be older? They’re still gleefully experimenting.

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To recap:

Golden Girls in their early 50’s.

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Sex and the City girls in their early 50’s.

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My, how times .. not to mention the perceptions of age… change.

And if you think that was bad? Here’s some more food for thought….

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Damn.

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I’ve been Game of Throne’d.

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** Warning – if you haven’t seen the new season of Dexter but are planning to watch ?

DO NOT READ THIS POST!!

Major spoilers ahead…. and trust me, it will ruin the experience.

Here, I’ll give you time to exit before it’s too late.

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Alrighty then.

Proceed at your own risk.

While I’m not a huge television person like my husband ( How many times can a man watch Rio Bravo, El Dorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder! ) I do enjoy following a number of HBO, Starz and Showtime series. The DVR is simply the greatest invention known to man (behind the margarita and bacon of course) and while the husband is in the living room falling asleep to yet another John Wayne marathon, I curl up in bed to binge watch the Roys (Succession) Bobby Axelrod (Billions) and the lovable serial killer avenging angel, Dexter.

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When I watch a series, I commit. I’m in for the long haul and am beyond pissed when I put in a year or two only to have the show yanked out from under me with no resolution. Yes American Gods, I’m talking to you. Dropping a series on a cliffhanger is cruel, and I may have to write to Neil Gaiman personally to complain. (Do not get me started on Carnivale! That was cancelled in 2003 and I’m still not over it.)

So when I heard the news that a new season of a past favorite was brewing?

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I was in!

I watched an episode a week and reveled in being reunited with an old friend.

And then it happened. The last episode.

I knew it was coming, as soon as the coach gave Harrison the team jacket. I didn’t want to believe they’d do it, but they did.

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They killed Dexter.

And this time he is well and truly dead.

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But it wasn’t just his death that bothered me. No, it was the last minute 180 degree character shift that really ticked me off. For 8 seasons we knew Dexter as the tormented soul who killed with a purpose. Okay… he did it gleefully, but he took out the trash and rid the earth of some truly horrible human beings. He had a code damn it! But at the end, standing in front of his equally damaged son… we suddenly find out he did it just for fun?

No.

It’s like Daenerys Targareyen all over again. For ten years I lived and breathed Game of Thrones. Carefully following the Mother of Dragons rightful ascension to the throne… only to be left gasping at the ridiculous final season when up was down and down was up.

There’s talk of another new season of Dexter.

Without Dexter.

I say no thanks. Loyal fans can only take so much.

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Let’s play!

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Yes, again. Stop complaining.

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I’m currently binge watching Showtime’s original series Billions.

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It basically has two main characters…. the ruthless billionaire hedge fund king and the twisted US Attorney who wants to take him down. Both of them are a combination of good and bad, but I’m afraid if it comes to a choice between being a billionaire and a government employee?

River will take door number one and enjoy luxury homes, private jets, a kick ass yacht and the Lamborghini every time.

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Required weekly Dudley photos.

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Because he’s simply too photogenic not to share.

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Dudley likes to play with balls, and basically any round thing that rolls.

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Including raspberries his human drops on the floor.

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He also likes to stretch….

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And then runs out of energy before getting back in his original position. He sleeps like this all the time.

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While his takeover of the house is pretty much complete, from the look of this photo…. I fear the television might be next.

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So attractive.

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After a nightmarish week of battling Direct TV customer service and their bots, an hour long phone conversation with “Susie” from Bangalore, an hour and a half long conversation with “Susie’s” supervisor “Jimmy” from New Delhi, one service call from a technician who said he was given the wrong work order, a second visit from a technician who said we didn’t need a separate dish on the barn roof after all, a 40 minute long conversation with “Elaine” from Mumbai in which I told her I wasn’t paying an extra $100 for something that should be free, and a third visit from a technician who finally hooked up a mini receiver in the man cave ….

Can you see it?

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I hope not.

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But it’s there.

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An extremely long cable connecting the satellite dish on our house to the barn.

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Because someone…who shall remain nameless but answers to ‘Hey Marine’…. just had to have a television with a full program line up with DVR capability in his man cave.

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In Maine, lines don’t get buried until spring…. which means I’ll either trip over it and break my neck in the meantime, or the red squirrel bitch from Hell will chew through it when seeking revenge.

Good times.

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Did I mention I had to spend another 35 minutes online with a chatbot when Direct TV charged me twice for the same service call and then added a $9 monthly protection plan to my bill that I didn’t approve? Ever since AT&T took them over it’s been a horror show.

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Shame on you.

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If you’re not watching this…

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I have two things to say:

Why the Hell not?

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You should be. (Because you really should.)

Equal parts food…

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Stunning scenery…..

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And history…..

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Not to mention Tucci’s droll wit… (Do you know he broke the internet with a cocktail? My kind of guy. ) it really is a wonderful show.

So what are you waiting for?

Sunday 9:00pm on CNN.

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