Thursday 5 June 2014

Orange is The New Black is here again. (and no one will hear from me for the next couple of days.)

I watch a lot of television. A lot. Like. So much. It's pretty crazy. Yet it's not really a unique or unusual trait-- especially now with the whole streaming/on demand thing being available ("how did people live before this stuff?" I've asked my cavemen ancestors in my head. I'm really stupid in my head.)


Alas my brother and I decided we should have a Netflix subscription and a whole new world of possibilities were opened, like discovering another universe too beautiful and complex for my tiny mind to even comprehend.

 But they do things so differently. As if they are another species so advanced and so much more evolved than us mere earthlings. They release a whole season in one go. Which is why now I'm waiting for the next season of Orange Is The New Black and seriously contemplating whether I should watch the whole thing or admit mortality and breathe. While Netflix is a beautiful website which has seduced us, is it really right to give up the power and let us decide for ourselves how to watch a whole season? It's like you're just standing on the street and someone randomly comes up to you with your income for the next year.

What now?

(logically you should go to the bank)

Do I spend everything?

(the bank)

Or stash is somewhere secretly in my house?

(bank)

Like... under my pillows.

(No. Bank.)

That's a pretty accurate metaphor. Except instead of money, they hand you a 13 hour long tv series.


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