Skip to main content

Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For.

I know that most of you have heard enough about my current health condition. Let's face it there is no more juice in that orange. No, today I'm switching the emphasis to something else that's I'm kind of tired of.

Why are there so many streaming services? 

Complete disclosure. A few years ago I was one of those people that lauded Netflix and Amazon for the quality and width of their offerings. What I didn't see coming is all of their competitors following their lead.

I hear someone talking about a new series they are streaming. The premise for the series sounds great. I know of some of the actors. The problem is that it's streamed on Acorn or Britbox or some other services that I don't have access. 

All of these platforms have a monthly subscription charge. Here's the thing, most of them have an introductory 7-day free offer. If you plan properly and the series you're interested in isn't Game of Thrones or The Handmaiden's Tale, it's possible to watch the show you want and then cancel before you have to pay or keep it for one month which isn't that painful financially. 

It is possible to watch Game of Thrones in seven days but you would have to take vacation time, don't answer the phone and give up the Golf channel for at least one weekend.

Let's just say that you haven't won the lottery. If you took a subscription to all of the streaming platforms either on purpose or because you got sick and tired of trying to remember all of the passwords and goofy qualifying questions (Where did you meet your wife's oldest uncle), you now have monthly fees' that amount to car payments for a Mercedes. 

If you care about your retirement fund, you should only sneak onto these services when you have a need for them. The problem results in your memory. Which show did I want to watch, which service hosts it and which weekend is the Masters Golf Tournament?

That's it. From one end of the internet to you. this is Poppa Jeff saying Adios.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Ring The Bell

 It appears there is a tradition in the radiology department at Ascension Hospital that patients, upon completing their course of treatment, ring a bell. ( We know not for whom this bell tolls.) Ring the Bell with My Sweetheart Jeanne. Jeanne drove me to all but two of the appointments. Pam Frautchi took me to the other two. Today, after being zapped thirty-two times, I rang the bell. This begins a roughly one-month recovery period where the effects of the radiation abate and, I'm assured, a return to normalcy occurs. In my case, I anticipate more energy and greater awareness. Books, Books, & More Books I am simultaneously celebrating the end of the third year of volunteering for the All Saints Hunger Book Sale. Next week, we will wrap up the preparation for the sale and open our doors on August 3 for the public. I ran into this humourous but quite accurate cartoon on a T-Shirt that shows most of the volunteer's sentiments at this point. If you think the printed and bound p...
One of my latest efforts. Sketch: The Lady Is Blue Gouache 9 X 12 Reporting: I enjoyed a pleasant evening with my friend Michelle Mooney. I took her out for dinner to celebrate her birthday and to thank her for the many first-rate haircuts she's given me. We were surprised at the number of people who dined alfresco in the balmy night air. Whatever we've done to please Mother Nature, she had deemed acceptable by giving us a shot of summer just when late fall weather was wrapping her fingers around our throat. If I have one complaint about the friendly confines of The County Claire, it's the noise level that makes it difficult to converse. The rumble is an acoustical problem with the customers speaking in normal conversational tones. This is without audible TV showing some game or background music selected by a dance DJ.  I know! We should have eaten outside, where the only noise is the occasional 14 bus snorting by.   Maybe It's Me Since my two soccer teams are not doing...

It's time again.

It started in 2004 when we moved to our condo off Downer in Milwaukee. Then we mover to the Westside of Milwaukee when we rented from Ken Karr, the former landlord, now a current friend on Highland and 29th St. Then we moved to Mandeville Louisiana for a little less than a year. Returning to The Fox River Valley, we rented a home in Fox Crossing, formerly The Town of Menasha. When the tree fell on the roof, and the landlord felt no urgency to fix it, we moved to W. Commercial in Appleton. Here is a shocker. Are you sitting down? We are moving. No, I don't mean off the couch and out to the patio. There are too many damn mosquitoes for that to happen. No, we are packing our stuff, or at least the stuff we unpacked from the last move and moving to a home Maria purchased on Mason and Glendale in Appleton. Let me unpack that last sentence (pun planned for). We are moving at approximately the end of September to a house. The house has been in t...