My Beef

So, I just had the horrible varicose veins in my legs obliterated with lasers and multiple injections of caustic materials.  This was the funnest thing EVER, and I highly recommend it if you're bored.

Anyway, I had a little (very little) time on my hands to lay around with my legs propped up and watch Netflix.

Found this sweet little Australian series about teenagers at a National Dance Academy.  Amazing talent.  Sweet kids.

 Just about the time I got really involved, two of the teens kissed.  No biggie, except they were both MALE!  UGH.  End of that one.

Then, I decided to go for a little bit more high-class.  Much Ado About Nothing.  Shakespeare, right?  Plus, it starred Nanny McPhee.  Can't go wrong there.



Until the opening scene ended and everyone started stripping.  Naked booties EVERYWHERE!  What!?!  I get it, it's a costume change.  Why do I have to see it?  I don't.

OK.  How about a PBS Masterpiece Theatre set in the 1920s?  This one's got Professor McGonagol.  Bingo!


AND, it also has the Footman kissing the Duke.  Bleck.

WHY, PEOPLE!?!  WHY, WHY, WHY?
Is Phineas and Ferb gonna be the most intellectual movie destination for me?  Am I doomed to watch the Backyardigans for the rest of my life?  (I have to admit, though, that I LOVED the Muppet Movie!)

AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

And it's not just the movies.  Why do entertainers have to cram sleaze and dreck into EVERYTHING?

I'm hollerin' 'NUF!  Already!

Gimme a break!!!

It really doesn't matter too much, I guess.  I don't have time to watch...

Also, since I'm griping anyway, I would just like to mention that if there is a Dr. out there who is willing to actually use anesthesia on his vein patients, count me in.  That procedure...YOW!

Here are my before and after pictures:  (Kidding)

After

   

Before