For a long time Der Bingle and others have been appalled that I have not been taking advantage of Netflix on my computer. So, yesterday, I don’t know why, I finally did. I watched No Way Out with Kevin Costner. I’ve been wanting to see it again for quite some time. So I watched it.

This comes after several conversation with Quentin during which I went down the TV guide channel, going, “No, no, no, no, no . . .”

After No Way Out, I chose The Last Emperor. I was watching along when all of a sudden the screen went red and the message came that the connection was running slowly and they (Netflix) were adjusting something. Then the Internet failed.

Okay, during No Way Out, I was interrupted by people and I got testy; The Last Emperor didn’t function to my satisfaction at first. I was testy . . . and I let people know. Then I got it to play and watched for over two hours and didn’t want to be interrupted.

For some reason, if the film is on a TV and I am sprawled somewhere, I can deal with it – these people interruptions. Watching up close and personal on the computer makes the  interruptions get almost the same response as if I had been disturbed while reading.

The bothering the reading AmeliaJake is not pretty.

I guess I had better back away from this Netflix thing before something bad happens.

CHANGING SUBJECTS,  I come to the Bear Wubba situation.

Shane has four Wubbas – this is one of them. The others have no faces. Last night I found this Bear Wubba sitting up on a chair with Rose and a couple of her friends. It appeared he was trying to escape his Wubba fate and seek refuge with the members of The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse gang. And it appeared they were giving him sanctuary.

I believe they are working on a petition to have him washed and scented with a dog repellent. Then I suppose he will belly up to the Foo Bar. That is, if the judge grants his request. He’s staring at me right now with his cute little eyes. What fool decided to give a Wubba a face? Rumor has it we will be making a trip to Fort Wayne to secure a inanimate-looking plain-old basic red Wubba.

Sometimes I know I am a bit off-centered in my mind.