"Mithical" is a personal blog, which means you won't find a consistent amount of just one thing but a wide variety of content posted here ranging from personal posts, photography, quotes, illustrations, social media news and technology, along with a mix of things that signify certain traits about my personality or mood at the moment.
I’m stuck in Mexico for Thanksgiving. Luckily, I managed to bring my iMac with me to satisfy my computer-using hunger. It’s also where I now have to watch Netflix since I left my Xbox back home. The selection of films and TV series here is a tad different from the American version. There’s a lot of similar titles but more importantly some that have been taken off in the United States because of licenses, like Stargate SG-1!
I saw the 90s sci-fi show in completion back home before it was inadvertedly taken down a few months after I finished watching. It had become one of my favorite shows I had planned on re-watching as much as I could.
Re-watching the first episode here in Mexico, I started to notice a couple of things I hadn’t realized before:
Apophis went back through an active wormhole (they are supposed to be one-way).
Sam Carter referenced McGyver with McGyver in the room (Richard Anderson aka Jack O’Neill)
The freezing residue of traveling via Stargates doesn’t apply in later seasons.
Funny how you go back to things and realize they were so much different than how you think they are.
I adore Netflix. I’ve given up cable altogether because of it until just very recently that I got a great deal on some basic channels, which worked fine for me but it’s especially great for my siblings and Mexican novelas-watching parents.
And now Netflix wants to be a part of that bundle. I’m all for all-in-one concepts, they tend to work in unity and do an efficient job, but it doesn’t work all the time.
I have had horrible past experiences working with cable. Canceling one package or service can completely change the whole scheme and sometimes I’m the one who ends up paying for “changes” that occurred. I think that’s what Netflix will be like if it becomes a part of cable, a hassle to get rid of.
I like the fact that I can cancel or even put on hold it when I’m going away or I just can’t pay for that current month; it’s how things should be, fast and easy and cable is definitely not any of those things.
Every winter I become antisocial. I lay around in my room. I refuse to get on any instant messaging service. I turn off my phone. I lock my door. If people really want to get a hold of me, they can, but there rarely are any emergencies that require my attention.
It happens every year. There is something about snow that prevents me from interacting with the rest of the world. Maybe I pretend that I’m in a 10 feet wide snow globe. Maybe I feel like I’m meant to hibernate. Maybe it’s just really too cold to move around. Whatever it is, I prefer my own company to the company of others. And by my own company, I really mean whatever I pick out on Netflix.
Like this last weekend. I was invited out. I had people who claimed they wanted to hang out with me. I had plans to party and revel in the weekend. But as soon as I woke up, I put my phone on silent and I got occupied with the people of Netflix.
I don’t feel like getting involved in real people’s lives. I don’t want to play a role in anyone else’s storyline. I don’t want to be a supporting character. I don’t want to influence anyone else. I just kind of want to exist. I don’t want others to distract me with their problems.
But when I watch hours and hours of seasons worth of shows, I can get involved in fictional lives without the power of any influence. I can be entertained by the lives of strangers without having to deal with their tangible drama.
I don’t have to go to bars and incessantly comfort these people for accidentally murdering their probation officer. I don’t have to hold their hands through their suicidal breakups. I don’t have to bail them out of jail when they make some stupid mistake. I don’t have to do anything. I can just watch it happen from the comfort of my bed. I love getting completely wrapped up in these silly stories.
I can really get to know these characters. I can fall in love with them. I can be their episode long friend. I know all of their secrets and desires anyways. I can understand them more intimately than their wives and husbands. I know the things they can’t tell anyone else. I understand why they hide things and why the lie about things and why they say about things. Having that kind of knowledge about someone is exciting.
I love imaging that I’m getting drinks with Don Draper and, dancing with Liz Lemon and, tossing a football with Six and, going hiking with Leslie Knope. I get twisted up in their fantasies and carried away by their ridiculous plots. They distract me, entertain me and keep me company. But most of all, I’m glad I’m not they are completely imaginary and that I don’t have to be their actual real-life friend. Honestly, I don’t think I have the energy to have a relationship that requires me to be away from my bed.