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I think I'm addicted to kefir.  I've downed... a lot.  Actually, before the morning is through, I will be setting up another half gallon.  Yeah...  I could probably drink an half gallon a day.  Other than the milk expense, that might not even be all bad.  And even the expense wouldn't be horrible.  However, I will also add something to my other doings.

I watched a show that wasn't too bad.  The horror wasn't too grotesque.  The worst elements were left to the mind.  I can see where that is what others see, or believe, with me.  Slightly different reasons, and over a longer period of time, and with a literal failed heart to add an extra heaping helping of confusion, on my side of things, to the batter.  But, yes.  Oh, the name of it?  Ah, The None of Your Business.  I really do have to figure out how to rate the movies.

On the good side of Netflix, the rating system is a lot more genuine.  I felt that with Amazon, their movie ratings, for the most part, where written by about six to eight people.  Hmm, the ADD middling who couldn't sit through the first five minutes (probably of anything).  The elder woman who just loved the visuals but obviously had no idea they were somehow connected to a movie... clueless.  The middle class guy who really thought it was okay but could be better.  Some who absolutely loved it (who I believe were in, or worked on, the movie).  And a few other types.  The reviews seemed extremely canned, especially on the C and below flicks.  A LOT of Amazons films were C or below.  No biggy.  I'd still be watching if they hadn't decided to throw a celebration for queeriosity.  Boo!  Hiss!  *throws rotten fruit and moves to other sources*Now, I don't always agree with NF reviews, but they seem genuine. 

I haven't heard a thing back from Amazon.  Probably because I am one of the few who even noticed, or bothered to complain.  Sheep.  They have you.  You either don't believe you have a choice or are too lazy and simple to find those choices.  Keep drinking the cool-aid, and following Alice down the rabbit hole.  I'll... be moving on, I do believe.  Can't say they didn't give turning me into one of a borg a hell of a shot.  Thing is, I am already with the real Borg.  The man-made stuff doesn't cut it.  I have been on the dark side better than their feeble, lazy, half-baked attempts.  And I am now on the good side.  Their efforts don't even rate for more than a minor put down.  For some of us.  For most people, grazed on teh stupid, it is enough.  The electric fence doesn't even have to be turned on anymore.  *moo!*  Crazy baby.  I'm telling you, if I had criminal intent, I'd be living like a king.  Or would be one, if that seemed entertaining.

Yes, today, I do believe I will be getting out.  I had thought to watch another show, perhaps Werewolf, Iron Sky, or one of the other lesser rated movies on my list.    But, no, I decided to do a few things.  The next thing will be to check on the dehydrator.  If everything seems dry enough, I'll deal with that.  I may need to do some parting, splitting out what is dry and turning the machine on for a bit longer.  After that I'll set up another batch of kefir.  I sure hope I get over my hunger for that soon.  Raw, too, no fruit, sweetener, or other.  It's got that twinge, like carbonated water, but... like a tomato carbonated drink, only white...  Yeah, another half gallon.  Then I will do a few things with my pack.  Finally, a shower and then out.  It may be raining today, but that is just fine.  I don't know how far I will make it, I just... would like to finally get out.

Later.