The Doobie Brothers 'Toulouse Street'

I’ve written a lot about Netflix and how much I love them.

How many of you reading this right now are members of Netflix?

I’d like to know because my ‘Friends List’ is blank and I’d like to do something about it. I want some recommendations and you may even find something you like from what I’ve watched. It’s a win-win situation!

Whaddya say?

Lets do it.

I’ll be the first one to step out of my dark viewing room and provide you with my information for Netflix buddiness.

Feel free to include me on your ‘Friends List’ at Netflix. You’ll need my email address and here it is: eugenebsims@yahoo.com

I’m thinking that it will be a fun experiment where there’s an exchange of information and ideas.

Is that too optimistic?

Maybe, but lets find out for ourselves. I’ve made the initial step and now it’s your turn, fellow Netflix subscriber. Don’t be afraid. If we go through it together, I’m sure that everything will be all right. And, we may learn something about each other in the process.

When you see my viewing habits, you will find that I’m a varied DVD renter. You’ll see those artsy types of movies. You’ll find that I also enjoy big blockbusters that are only meant for fun without all of that symbolic stuff and underlying junk that can clutter up your mind.

I have finished season 2 of ‘24’ and I’m waiting for season 3.

Between the two seasons, I cleanse the palate with five movies. I don’t know why I do it that way. I guess I just need a break no matter what seasonal television shows I may be watching.

I’ve got all of the available seasons of ‘Boomtown’, ‘Sex And The City’, ‘Star Trek: Enterprise’, ‘The Sopranos’, and ‘24’ on my queue. And between most of them, there are five movies.

In the mix, I also have hardcore professional wrestling DVD’s. My friend Sean Whitley and I enjoy that sort of thing. When it arrives in my mailbox, I will save it so that we can watch it together when our schedules allow. We like watching guys getting cut up from barbed wire and glass, thrown onto thumbtacks, crashing through tables, smashing each other with chairs, and generally shortening their lives for our entertainment.

Kim and Charles, you’re more than welcome to join us next time.

Ahhhhh… Sean and I would have loved the Roman Coliseum.

Occasionally, there will be a “kiddie” flick or two for my nephew and I to watch. I know that I’ve got the animated ‘Batman’ series on that list because we’re close to finishing the second season. Preston is four and a half years old and in his mind, if it’s not animated, it’s not worth watching.

‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ is also on my queue. I really think that Preston will love that one. He has already started to show signs of strict heterosexuality and I have a feeling that Jessica Rabbit will blow his squarepants right off.

So toss me on your Netflix ‘Friends List’.

I was driving around town yesterday afternoon. I usually drive about 5 mph over the speed limit no matter what speed zone that I’m in. If it’s 35, I’ll do 40. If it’s 65, I’m doing 70. You get the picture.

I’m a stickler about driving slow in school zones. I will do the 25 or 35 when the lights are flashing and it never ceases to amaze me on how many drivers will just zip by doing 50. I couldn’t live the rest of my life in peace if I were to kill a kid by speeding in a school zone. Nothing is that important to go barreling through a school zone.

I drive by the Greensboro Day School a lot because it’s close to where I live. I have noticed that the majority of school zone speeders have kids in their cars. That totally blows my pea-sized mind.

Anyway… As I was driving around yesterday afternoon… Déjà vu anyone?

I was driving down Lawndale Avenue and it’s a 35 mph zone. So, you know that I was driving at 40 mph. I noticed a big yellow thing pulling up along side of me. I looked over and it was a school bus about to pass me. I’M DOING FORTY!!

What the hell?

I was under the impression that bus drivers did the speed limit even if some naughty kid is roasting their genitals with a blowtorch. Am I wrong?

I was being passed by a school bus?

Then I noticed the number of the bus and everything was all right with the world once again. The bus’ number was that of The King, Richard Petty. Whether the bus was Petty blue or yellow, I felt comfortable with number 43 riding beside me.