I don't know about you, but I'm kind of zombied out. Tired of zombies all over the place and most of them not particularly well done. Because of this, I almost missed a wonderful Australian movie which I will most definitely watch again.
I watch a lot of movies. It's what I do when I'm too exhausted or too depressed to handle anything else. Most are unremarkable except in their capacity to put me to sleep, which I do truly appreciate. But, every once in a while, I run across something truly worthy of the much abused "awesome." Here are two recent findings.
My first adventures in streaming video were with an Amazon Fire TV Stick which I truly loved, at the time. I had a fairly basic HD TV and I wanted to watch NetFlix. I didn't take full advantage of my Amazon Prime video privileges because I found that most of the videos I wanted to watch came only at an extra cost.
Then, something happened to the sensor on my TV that talked to the remote control and whoosh I was back in the dark ages of having to get out of my chair to do anything with the TV. Totally unacceptable.
For Christmas that year, I bought a new, still relatively inexpensive HD TV with NetFlix and a few other interfaces built in. Suddenly. my Amazon Fire TV Stick became redundant. I disposed of it (not in the trash!) and streamed happily along with NetFlix, VuDu (extra charges!), and Pandora (the free version with minimal advertising) for a while.
Then, dissatisfaction set in once again. I had seen advertising for video I wanted to see but could not easily access with my then current setup. My next purchase: a ROKU device, one of the cheaper ones.
Of course, I linked to NetFlix and Hulu (new to me). I discovered the free streaming channels available, the best of which, for me, are the ROKU channel, and Crackle by SONY.
Further browsing led me to British TV, which I have been in love with since the 1980s and the Brit SitComs on PBS. BritBox and AcornTV are both wonderful.
But, there are lesser known streaming channels and by far my two most favorite so far are....
In the last month or so, I've had to attend or at least send flowers to 3 funerals. Family members, close family friends, not so close family friends. Needless to say, I've exceeded my flower budget by a substantial sum. More importantly, sitting through funeral services has prompted two distinct lines of thought. I present them here for your consideration.
If you find the above disturbing, don't read it. They are just some of my thoughts on death and dying. You don't have to agree. But, keep in mind, I don't have to agree with you either.
Into each life some humor must come. In this bit of e-mail below, I play the part of the friend from Texas. Thanks, Lee, for passing this along; you made my day.
Sam Elliott -- the face, the voice, the quintessential cowboy, 2nd generation rancher.
Debra Winger who all but vanished years ago as the semi-estranged wife.
Ashton Kutcher as the prodigal son.
Danny Masterson as the idiot and a bit twisted older brother who has never left home.
Put them all together on a struggling cattle ranch near a small town where Winger's character owns the bar. You have the makings of a delightfully different kind of family sitcom. Those of you who don't know much about cattle, be prepared to see Ashton up to his shoulder in the business end of a cow. As we are still in the midst of celebrating relaxed TV censorship, the f-bomb is sprinkled liberally in every conversation so maybe this isn't too kid friendly. Sometimes the wit is subtle, which makes it all the more fun.
The details are very different from your usual TV sitcom fare. But, family is family and in this family sitcom the ranch and the family always come first.
Check it out.