Truly mad Since I had the first season of Mad About You on DVD, I figured I'd watch it. Then I wanted to see the second season, so I hopped over (well, Webly speaking, of course) to Netflix and put it on out list. As an aside, I have to wonder what those Netflix people think of us. I add all these girly movies and TV shows and David's on there getting stuff like High Tension, Bullitt and The French Connection, while I'm listing things like Frasier and Next Stop Wonderland. Yeah, we could set up two lists, but then there's the matter of how many we get from which list and blah, blah. It's just easier to keep it all in one place. And really, I'm sure they see stuff like that all the time. But it's still funny to think that as they're (People do it, right? It's not robots, yet?) checking to see what to send us and then exclaiming "Wow! These people are insane. They just returned Texas Chainsaw Massacre and now they want When Harry Met Sally! Bah hahahaha!" Whatever. Laugh it up. Here's an even funnier one: Once I went to Amazon.com to look up a book and it had some recommendations for me. Aww, thanks Amazon! There was The Food Lover's Companion, a wine book and then... some Metallica cds. I wondered how the hell that had gotten into Amazon. Really, he's (she's?) usually better than that. And then I really started to wonder how they got that. Sure, lines between people who are married sometimes get blurred. But I didn't think anyone would mistake my musical tastes for David's. All I could figure was that I must have ordered something for him at some point and Amazon remembered. But I don't remember ordering any Metallica. Because, see, I think he has enough Metallica already. (hee hee) When I told him about it, we couldn't figure out whose page of recommendations that was -- his or mine. Ah well, I'll chalk it up as another mystery of marriage. Now, the business at hand was just this: I've (re)watched two seasons of Mad About You. And they go to this place called Riff's where Ursula (Friend Phoebe's twin, of course) is a horrible waitress. And yet. They. Go. Back. A lot. Why? Why is/was that? Sure it made for some funny moments, but really, it's just -- well, I was going to say a word that begins with an m- and ends in -ism. It may have the letters -ascho- in the middle, but if I actually type that word, I could get lots of unwanted attention. So I won't spell it out all together. So, to sum up: 1. Netflix and Amazon are probably confused by our wide variety of film, music and reading interests. 2. Jamie and Paul Buchman should have eaten dinner somewhere else.