[Unranked. Subject to change at any time.]
Criteria: I have to be able to watch it over and over again.
* A great, but short-lived show. During my free cable trial, I am currently enjoying reruns of Full House immensely. So much so, that I might have to squeeze them into my top ten, possibly replacing Wonderfalls.
The newest addition to this list is the FX show Terriers. I can almost guarantee you have never heard of it. Because I hadn’t either until a few months ago.
When Once Upon A Time introduced a character named Neal Cassady (played by Michael Raymond-James), I was curious why the actor looked so familiar. A quick check of IMDb.com told me that I knew him from True Blood. This reminded me that I REALLY liked his character on that show. That is, until it was revealed he was the killer in the Season 1 finale. (In fact, I quit watching the show after Season 1–coincidence? Maybe not. I was still eager to know how Sookie was special–I mean, look at all the other supernatural elements she was attracting. But Entertainment Weekly eventually supplied me with the answer: Sookie is a fairy).
Michael Raymond-James doesn’t have your typical actor’s polished looks. With unruly hair and five o’clock shadow, he usually looks like he has just rolled out from under a rock. And it totally suits him! It is part of his charm, along with his gravely voice that sounds like he has been gargling nails. He is like a Shar Pei puppy you want to adopt (and take home). There is just something about him that I want to eat up! And I found out he is from Michigan–my home state! I like Raymond-James so much that I used his physical description as a basis for a character in a story I wrote (or two). He could have a part playing Satan, and I would still love him. Actually, that would be an AWESOME part for him!
So then I looked to see what other shows I could watch the wonderful Michael Raymond-James in. That is when I went looking for Terriers on my streaming Netflix and found it (It must have been providential, because Netflix NEVER has what I am looking for!).
Terriers was sooo good I ended up watching all 13 episodes in a week. It is a hard show to describe, but let me try. It reminds me of the old show The Rockford Files in tone and premise. Terriers is about two guys who act as unlicensed private investigators and solve cases, usually for average Joes. There is also an over-arching plot in the first (and only) season involving a millionaire and his nefarious plans for the whole community of Ocean Beach. It all sounds dark and seedy and it would be, except it takes place in sunny California. Michael Raymond-James plays Britt, sidekick to the charming Donal Logue, who you probably know from humorous roles on shows like Grounded for Life. Donal Logue is humorous at times on Terriers, but he also does dramatic very well as the disgraced police officer/recovering alcoholic Hank.
I am not big on police/procedural type shows, but this one sucked me in. It has heart. It makes you care about all the characters. They are so real they jump out of the television screen and stick with you long after you have turned the TV off. You care about Hank’s issues with his ex-wife and sister who suffers from depression. You worry that at first Britt the rehabilitated criminal may not be good enough for his girlfriend, who is studying to be a vet. But by season’s end, the situation has flipped, and you see that in fact she is really not worthy of him. And there is a scene by Donal Logue that happens at a bank (he confesses an affair with the wife of the loan officer he is trying to get a loan from) that is so shocking, I do not believe I have fully recovered.
The way we view TV these days has pros and cons. I am so sad that this show was cancelled by FX in 2011 after only one season. If I had known its brilliance then, I could have campaigned to try to save it. I am positive I am not the only one who will discover how brilliant this show is without ever knowing it existed during its normal run.
The pros are that I have not had cable in my house for over eight years. If not for streaming Netflix, I would never have been able to find and enjoy Terriers at all. I wouldn’t have been able to add it to my Top Ten list. The theme “Gunfight Epiphany” wouldn’t have become one of my favorite songs.
Now that WOULD have been a shame.
This week I learned that the Disney “classic” Peter Pan is really rather sexist. It premiered in 1953. Had it come out after women’s liberation, it would probably be written differently.
Tinkerbell is portrayed as a female with a hot-temper and a large ass. Wendy is treated badly by everyone, including Tinkerbell. Wendy is expected to “mother” her own siblings, and then the lost boys and Peter Pan as well. If a flying boy comes to my window and asks me to come be his mother–I would quickly decline!
I also learned this week that you can buy pre-made Puppy Chow! You know, Puppy Chow for humans…
It is a confection made with Chex cereal, melted chocolate, peanut butter, and powdered sugar. I can’t make a batch because I will totally eat the whole thing myself.
But while at Family Video this week, I found a bag of it ready-made, under the name “flixMix“.
It was sooo good! It was rice cereal drenched in peanut butter and chocolate, just like how you would make it at home. Every piece was flavorful and worth the calories in every bite.
My family devoured that bag instantly. Being at Meijer a few days later, I looked for the same brand there, but could not find it. I did find Chex Mix brand Muddy Buddies. Seemed to be the same thing, so I gave it a try.
Muddy Buddies were NOT the same. They were made with corn cereal. (C’mon Chex! You have all your various flavors at your disposal and you pick CORN?!) The strong corn taste, combined with a very inferiorly light coating of chocolate, peanut butter, and powdered sugar, made the Chex Mix brand ones not worth the effort to chew them.
Here is a comparison of the two products:
by Imaginings 3
Serving Size 1/3 Cup
Calories from Fat 90
Total Fat 15% DV
Saturated Fat 35%
Total Carbohydrates 9%
by Chex Mix
Serving Size 1/3 Cup
Calories from Fat 40
Total Fat 7% DV
Saturated Fat 13%
Total Carbohydrates 7%
The proof of good taste is in the Fat and Calories!
FYI–I can’t resist mentioning that I CANNOT WAIT for the season finale of Once Upon a Time tonight on ABC. And I really hope we see what has become of Neal (There is NO FRICKIN’ WAY he is dead!). And hopefully I will have a longer post about actor Michael Raymond-James on here next week.
This week I learned that if you are going to stand on your feet for 8 1/2 hours, you need to have very good shoes. I did not. Then I proceeded to climb up to my 2nd floor and back down the stairs again to prepare for a garage sale the next day. By Sunday morning, my feet felt like they were on fire.
My garage sale only made enough money to buy lunch for 2 1/2 people at McDonald’s. But I did figure out that a 6 foot tall nutcracker is a good way to catch the eye of traffic as it passes by.
I blame my lack of writing productivity (blogging and otherwise) on the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The Vancouver Canucks and the Detroit Red Wings play on alternating nights. After 10PM (when my toddler son, M, goes to bed) is usually my most productive time.
And, well, that was my week.
This week I learned that Crystal Bowersox is really nice. Last weekend I happened to be in Blissfield, Michigan (my hometown) for Railroad Days, and Crystal, whose hometown is Toledo, Ohio (very close proximity), happened to be dining at the same restaurant as my family. It was Lena’s Italian Restaurant. (Their pizza rocks. If you are ever in the neighborhood, check them out!)
RAILROAD DAYS, you might ask? I know it sounds dorky, but if you are interested in trains, then it is not. I was raised by a mother that when she rode me around on the back of her bike, we would stop for the train and wave at the engineer. When we were riding around in the car out in the country, she would race to the tracks for the train.
NO, SHE WOULDN’T TRY TO CROSS THE TRACKS IN FRONT OF IT!
She would race up to the crossing, and then we would stop and watch the train go buy.
I do similar things for my 2 year old son, M, who is very interested in Thomas, and can identify most of the major parts of a steam engine.
Anyway, Miss Bowersox was eating with her family, including her son, who seemed very interested in my son. My family and her family chatted and she was nice enough to give me an autograph. I TOTALLY wanted to get a picture with her, especially since I had my brand new higher megapixel camera with me. But I was too chicken. (Check out my new page of Celebrities I have met, called When Stars Align.)
It was totally awesome that she was there, because, well, no one famous EVER comes to Blissfield. I think the last time was when Little Texas stopped at the Blissfield McDonald’s in the mid 90′s.
I also learned this week that I am employable. I HAVE A JOB! It is only part-time, only pays half of what I used to make at my previous job, has no benefits, and is a further commute (by like 3 minutes). But, it is also only part-time, so maybe if my husband gets a full time job, I can still fit this job around his. And I don’t have to clean any bathrooms. And the button-down uniform shirt actually fits me better than my own button-down shirt I wear for interviews-go figure.
PARKER UPDATE: The Vet says he had good healing tissue, and she is no longer going to check his progress every week. We are putting prescription cream and aloe (alternating days) on his wound right now. After two times sewing up the wound (and it coming back apart both times), she is just going to let it grow back together on its own. Which means there is a big hole in his doggy armpit still, which I try not to look at. If we put a T-shirt on him, he can roam around the house (supervised) without his cone collar on.
Q. What do you call a Pointer wearing a cone collar and a major injury?
A. Still a flight risk!
You might remember that a few months ago I wrote a moving blog post about that under appreciated little eating utensil known as the spork.
Well, my son has taken this to a whole new level.
Introducing, the Dino Fork!
Ya, I know. My kid is an absolute genius!
Last week, Isaac and I deep cleaned our house and I found an important letter stuffed in an old desk drawer. When I received it from my therapist, Ken, two years ago, it was a lifeline when I was drowning in a sea of worry and anxiety. Finding it was a good reminder of where I was and how far I've come.
When I was in elementary school, the only thing that I halfway liked to play in gym class was scooter hockey. We sat on these little square scooters with wheels (no handles) and played hockey. It didn’t have a million confusing rules to remember like stupid softball or kickball. (Three strikes you are out, but you get four balls? Consistency PEOPLE!) You just had to stay in bounds and remember to shoot at the goalie who wasn’t wearing the same color as you. But, of course, I never actually took a shot anyway. But it was fun.
I never thought about hockey again until high school. My asbestos friend was taking modeling classes and became the spokesmodel for the Toledo Storm ECHL hockey team. Ya, I’m not quite sure how that happened. The title of spokesmodel meant that she got to go on the ice between periods and wear a leotard/tuxedo thing (showing off her gams), and assist with the fan games. I was pretty impressed by this. Especially the three times I got to go with her and watch the game for free. No one else at our high school was impressed by this. They probably didn’t believe her. Or were just jealous. F’em.
Hence, a big crush on hockey players ensued. I started listening to the Storm on the radio (hockey on the radio is a little boring *yawn*). I also started watching the Detroit Red Wings play. I got a Steve Yzerman poster for my room, because he was the cutest.
While I live in Michigan and the Red Wings are one of the best teams and it is logical for me to be their fan, it wasn’t always practical. Many times the Red Wings would play on a cable channel that we did not get. Or my mom would not want to watch hockey. She apparently is still traumatized from having to listen to it when her dad watched Molson Hockey Night in Canada in 1959. Ask her. Actually, you don’t have to. She will tell the story anytime I mention liking hockey.
Now, I don’t like to watch hockey, just for the sake of watching it. I like to have a team to root for and to know a few of the players’ names, at least. I discovered that almost every Saturday night on CBC (a station out of Windsor, Canada), that they would show a Vancouver Canucks game. They are in the Pacific Time zone, so the games would have a later start time. This was perfect! By then, my mother was already asleep on the couch.
I learned a few players’ names. I have tried to catch a few games every year, so that I stayed knowledgeable. I learned that the green guys in full-body morphsuits are crazy.
My only problem comes when Vancouver and Detroit play each other. I don’t know who to root for. I would love to go see them play each other sometime at Joe Louis Arena. I would love to own a Canucks jersey. Actually, I would love to have a Red Wings one as well.
You know what is the best thing about hockey? The fights:)
This week I may have learned what my perfect job might be. I had an interview at a local botanical spot. It was only part-time, and the hours would have been perfect for my husband to work a 2nd shift job. (Alas, the new job he started a few weeks ago just didn’t work out, for multiple reasons. He really did try. Poor baby.) Lots of time to still spend with my son and not have to mess with daycare. It didn’t pay much, but it also would have been pretty low-stress work as well. I liked the boss and she seemed to like me a lot. But, the catch is that there is actually NO POSITION OPEN right now. She just suspects one of her employees is going to possibly quit soon. Ugh. Frustrating.
The other thing I learned this week is that Fringe is highly addictive. I watched the series during it’s regular run. I missed very few episodes. It was “Must-See TV” for me. (I know, wrong network!) Today the SCI channel (who knew that even existed?) was running a marathon. I watched like 6 hours of Season 3 straight through. I was not fond of the final season of Fringe. It was very depressing. But while watching those doomsday episodes, I had forgot how much I had enjoyed all the earlier episodes. And how watching Peter, Walter, Olivia, and Astrid become a deeply caring family really was a joy for the first four seasons.
And as a chronic shipper, it was amazing for me to actually be delightfully surprised when Peter and Olivia got together.