My New Addiction

I have not left the couch today. And I am feeling quite well. For a week I’ve been sick with a fever and nauseous bug but that seems to be gone.

However, Bass is out of town this weekend at “band camp” – his twice monthly get together with his band in Wisconsin where they spend the weekend practicing and recording in his cousin’s garage. This means he takes the Mac mini with him, which is our main media streaming device. Knowing I was feeling unwell, he bought an Apple TV thingy to replace the Mac’s absence. 

I hooked it up today, and I am hooked. For some reason I cannot get our Netflix account to work but that does not matter. Where we live in the boonies of Southern Minnesota, it is impossible to get local TV, but with the Apple TV I can access most of the programs on network television, but with the streaming convience of picking and choosing what I want to watch and when. So here’s the best of what I’ve watched today  – the places I’ve been from my couch instead of living my life. 

  • Mercy Street- A new PBS civil war drama set in the Union- run Mansion House Hospital  in Alexandia, Virginia. Alistair Cookie and I give it 5 cookies.  
  • Kendrick Lamar on Austin City Limits. FREAKING AWESOME! I’m a fan of Austin City Limits on PBS and my 16 year old son is a fan of Kendrick Lamar. This has to be one of the best ACL performances I’ve ever seen. I watched the whole hour while dancing and singing along like I was there. Kendrick is a rap artist I can tolerate when my son is playing him while we are trapped in my car. But the ACL performance presented him in a way which engaged this old lady.
  • Colony- A new USA Network drama about a family and their life in a future Los Angeles, when aliens have come to colonize.

Well, at least now I feel a bit productive because I unglued myself from one screen to write on another. But I have to go – “Sherlock: The Adominable Bride” is presently cued-up to watch.  


    Dialetical Behavioral Funny

    I tried to put this meme in my last post, but couldn’t; I think I have problems posting from my phone sometimes because the screen is cracked.

    DBT & Me

    I’ve been on a list to take a Dialetical Behavior Therapy course taught by my therapist and got the call today that there is an opening. Part of me is like “I’ve been doing this for five years and have my self-help DBT workbooks, do I really need the course?” And the type A me is exited to relearn these skills which are helpful for managing not just my bipolar symptoms, but maintaing my sobriety. Because I am a dual-diagnosis dame in long-term recovery. I’m coming up on three years of recovery, from both of these illnesses, and I don’t want to go backwards. So forward I go with DBT & ME!

    Corey Hart and “Growing Up”: Being Un-Cool in the Late 80’s

    As many junior  high  transplant  non-sports-playing introverts, I was un-cool. Music listening became an obsession  of mine; a way to create my own fantasy  world with my fantasy  boyfriend, Corey Hart. Perhaps it’s  a good thing that the Internet  had not been  invented because  I  probably  would have been  up late at night watching  the videos for “Sunglasses at Night” and “Never Surrender” non-stop  .  Luckily  it was a time when MTV only played music videos and Corey Hart was in heavy  rotation . Also a time of magazines  such as a Teen Beat, Tiger Beat and BOP , which during Hart’s brief popularity  provided fantasy – crush hope as well as poster pull-outs that I plastered  to my wall. Even though the teenage popularity tides changed quickly, and Hart was replaced by the more popular  Coreys – Feldman and Haim – I stayed  true to MY Corey.

    First Offense, Boy in a Box, and Fields of Fire were on  constant  cassette  tape rotation, I proudly wore my Corey Hart badge buttons on my bleached jean jacket, and I made a Corey  Hart scrapbook. I had an intense feeling that if Corey Hart and I  did not marry, we would at least become good friends.

    However this obsession  was turned into a “secret” upon moving to Minnesota. My first boyfriend  introduced  me to the Replacements, Suburbs  and Husker-Du, and I became a Midwest punk with a secret pop-rock love raised on Rock-n-Roll. The first boyfriend and I broke up after a few months, not because  of  Corey but I think partly  to due with the boss;my most treasured Xmas gift that year was the cassette  box set of Bruce Springsteen & The E Street  Band/1975-85. “Growing  Up” was my secret  anthem  while I  publicly wore all black, had a punk haircut  of many colors, and slam-danced to the Violent Femmes.

    But I  really  never gave up on Corey. When I  was 21 and working in New Mexico  for the summer one of my best college  friends won tickets from  a local radio station in Minnesota  for a private party with Corey
    Hart; I  am  still jealous  to this day. And if you are ever out in public with me and “Sunglasses  at Night” is played on the radio, expect an excited spaz dance reaction combined with the “shush” signal of my pointer finger to my lips.