A few minutes into whatever we were watching, P.J. began sniffing.
One of my favorites is a guy from LA, he calls probably weekly, sometimes bi-weekly but I shit you not, abi-weekly butes of our conversatIon ishitout Game of Thrones, Walking Dead, whatever we're watching, whatever we're reading.
And then I'm going to tell them about this funny thing we used to have where used to get these things called DVDs in the mail rather than having them downloaded straight to the TV (or wall or inside our eyeballs or whatever we're watching movies on in the future).
Now with Mad Men's finale just days away, whatever will we watch on Sunday nights to start off the week?
The pleasure of watching Lee Westwood float a 90-yard pitch to two inches must be worth whatever we paid to watch it happen, or we wouldn't keep paying it.
We didn't know much, and this was before DVRs, so we watched whatever game was on.
In some instances, the cable companies are in a tough spot: they're caught between viewers like us, who want to watch whatever we want, whenever we want to do so, and pay as little as possible for the privilege.
All hail the golden age of television, in which complex series like The Sopranos and The Wire have been crowned (by some) as the new novels, and the proliferation of DVRs and instant streaming services means we can watch whatever we want, whenever we want.
This is why whatever we are doing, I watch him to make sure that he's taking his steps at his pace, not mine.
The Republicans know this: that we, the majority, will have sex when we want and with whom we want, will read and watch whatever we want when we want, will use marijuana if we want and if we don't want to then we certainly don't want our friends who do to be throw into prison.
