I realize that many of my more recent posts could easily be labeled "Shit That's Currently Enabling My Chronic Debilitating Procrastination" - aka "Why I Haven't Written Christmas Thank You Letters." But recovering from the flu necessitates a decent amount of time spent on the couch just...waiting to feel motivated and well enough to have ambitions beyond killing whatever window of time there is between now and when you can reasonably throw in the towel for the day and go to bed.
But for better or for worse, I found I show I adore SO much that I'll stay awake just to watch one more episode. And as we all know, giving up sleep for something is the penultimate seal of approval. Please say hello to my new best friend, Downton Abbey (who I have finally stopped calling "Downtown Abbey").
Downton. Got it.
Until recently, I've only tuned into PBS for Antiques Roadshow. I mean, Masterpiece Theater? Sure, they've dropped the "Theater" and abbreviated it to "Masterpiece" in an effort to ditch some of the stodginess, but the shows they've featured have never really been a draw. Mostly because I have never heard of any of them before now. I suppose there might be some decent content to be found here, but honestly I can't help feeling like I'm back in school and the teacher is wheeling in the cart to screen some awful, boring movie when whatever-comes-on-after-Antiques-Roadshow starts playing. And I don't have Edward sitting next to me in the gloom, shooting sparks of barely-contained sexual energy my way.
Downton Abbey is definitely the only good thing to come out of me being sick last week. I also should come clean and admit that I started watching because I was home alone and don't know how to make our new television go. So I wound up Netflix on the laptop, desperate for something that could make me forget - for a little while - that my head wanted to explode and someone was prodding around behind my left eyeball with an ice-pick (don't miss you, sinus headache that lasted four straight days!). It worked! Aaaand now I am hooked.
Reasons you should watch, despite the fact that every episode starts off with a shot of a dog's butt -
These three sisters.
Did I mention him? Yes? Okay good.
The Dowager Countess steals every scene she's in.
Hating on this guy could be a national pastime.
I don't want to ruin it for anyone by revealing much about the show, but the characters are ridiculously well developed (whether you love them or hate them, you feel strongly about it!), and plot twists are awesome and will leave you scrambling to go from one episode to the next. This is one of the best shows I have ever watched, period.
Season One is still streaming on Netflix (I think it was there and then gone and now it's back again). It might start a little slow, but stick with it and you'll be hooked! You can also watch on the PBS website, although only select episodes and not on an iPad (wtf, Apple? Can you PLEASE allow Flash Player already? thxkbye). But watch out - spoilers abound! Even a quick (almost accidental) scan of the show synopsis when setting the dvr could have a catastrophic impact on suspenseful viewing enjoyment. Trust me, I know. Season two is complete (and may have already aired in England?); but hasn't wrapped up yet here. But if you get impatient, you can find it online and watch the whole thing. YAY instant gratification!
Just don't blame me for those dark circles after you stay up too late watching! Now if you'll excuse me, I hear a British accent calling my name...
P.S. For those of you who like entering sweepstakes because - like me - you always think you might win even though you never do, there is a contest underway! You can win a trip to England and tour the castle featured in the show. But you probably shouldn't bother entering here because I've totally got a lock on this one.