I Haven't posted for a while because I was distracted by a profile glitch here. Got that sorted out. Hooray!
My honey is out of town for a couple weeks, so I'm planning to fill in the time he's away with Important Things, like going to the Y, catching up on laundry, cleaning my apartment, getting back into yoga with the roomie, taking care of some volunteer things I promised to do, and finishing up some writing I've been wanting to get to.
And reclaiming my Netflix.
I joke with him that his movie-watching habits are ruining my Netflix recommendations, but it's kind of true. Once upon a time, Netflix gave me automatic recommendations for "witty, independent dramas with a strong female lead." Perfect.
Now, I log in to find promos for "sci-fi fantasy from the '80s" and "Action and Adventure," with Hercules and Dragonslayer.
It's not actually a big deal, at all. It's just one of those ways our differences show. I notice it because it's novel, not because it actually causes me any pain. Do I have any reason to care what Netflix thinks of my taste in movies? No. How about those people who practice Deep Web searches to find out my preferences on these things? Nope.
A bagatelle, as Jostein Gaarder would say.