The Number 1 Naked Ladies of the Evening Detective Agency

A week or so ago,  on Facebook, I mentioned how much we had enjoyed viewing the DVD of The Number 1 Ladies Detective Agency, which had been shown some time back on HBO.  The show was actually suitable for my young granddaughter who loved it, in other words, no sex or violence and no bad language.  I  do diligent research to find something suitable (and interesting) for three generations to watch.  My Facebook post garnered a few comments, all mild.

Imagine my surprise, consternation, yea, horror today when I was Googling "Grapeshot" and found my post or some reference to it on two sex video web sites.  I didn't click on the sites because I wouldn't  give them the satisfaction of a click, and I don't want to run a scan on my computer to see what ick they left behind, but this is definitely weird and I assume software agents are out there roaming through Facebook picking up the letters "DVD" and perhaps "LADIES" and adding them to, well, to porn sites.

This is both aggravating and funny, because the DVD is about as far from a sex video as you can get, and Jill Scott is a wonderful actress who portrays the character so well, but "sexy" is not an apt description of her or the series or actually, any other character on it.

Should I complain to Facebook? I haven't decided

 One can almost imagine a raging customer who had expected naked girls and whatever to go screaming back to the website with  his disappointment.   So maybe I get the last laugh?  Nonetheless, it's galling.

Grrrrr.   

Got the Blogging Blahs

Yes, even bloggers get the blahs. When none of your topics seems, well, topical. The photo is a chocolate pecan pie I made yesterday. Started out to make cookies, with the requirement being that all the ingredients needed to be on hand. Somehow I landed on the pie. Even the crust is chocolate. The pie is so rich one only needs a mini-slice. Make that a micro-slice.

We're trying to get ready for a European jaunt and I check off four items from the "to do" list and add six more. The cats are a problem, with Thisbe (the shy one) needing insulin twice a day and Annie needing heart meds twice a day. Color them expensive. And you always have to keep the mental health of your cats foremost in mind.

Cats hate change. They love routine. They hate being boarded. They treasure the comforts of home. We took them BOTH to the vet this week. For once, no great traumas getting them into the carriers. At the vet, Thisbe, who is usually nervous Nellie, was pretty calm, and Annie, who is Miss Congeniality was a spitting, growling she-dragon. Go figure.

Little known fact: even indoor cats need rabies shots, in case rabid bats move into your house. It's the law.

I've been spending too much time on Facebook. Just happened. Dunno why. The isolation of winter, although today looks pretty good, and we have been getting out to shop and exercise and tonight we're trekking to Jordan Hall to hear the Baroque Grand Tour.

In Flight, my novel in process is coming along. Big scene in Miami. All this Florida stuff means I'll have to do a soupcon more research next June, which is the month in which the book takes place. All my books are set in the summer, my favorite season. Interesting, no?

We walked around the Patriot Place shops and restaurants last weekend. Couldn't find the wine bar. The burger restaurant was the busy place, crowded with beef lovers, but the seafood restaurant (Skipjack's) also had a decent crowd. Not meal time but mid-afternoon. Stores were empty. Not a good sign.

With the exception of groceries and household products, it's amazing how long was can actually go without buying stuff. Of course socks and underwear, even pajamas do wear out. I just "saved" $11.00 by washing 2 sweaters instead of dry cleaning them. Even the tailor said her business was slow. Logic would dictate (actually, does logic ever dictate?) that people would pay for alterations instead of new clothes. Maybe not. Or maybe because it was the week AFTER school vacations and nobody brought in clothes the previous week.

I am thinking about writing and money and wondering why I never got an advanced degree when so many friends and classmates did. The other thing I've been pondering about if whether so many years of computer programming changed my brain. Please don't laugh. This is serious stuff.

Back to the omnipresent "to do" list. It's time for that most hated activity, the tax workbook that the accountant sends out. Thank heavens MONEY keeps impeccable records. Actually, I keep the records, money just records everything. And produces nice reports. Once a detail-oriented geek, always a dog. Hmmm good. Detail Oriented Geek. DOG.

I'm wondering if I should write more adventure tales of my robot fish. Or maybe even a screen play.

Always wondering,

Grapeshot