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raybearI checked out the websites of cable providers to see if they have a "poor man's special" but no such luck. I could barely figure out the damn thing -- sort of like when I try to upgrade my cell phone and the website lists hundred of options, until I log in and then they give me a choice of two: craptacular and expensively craptacular.
So I decided to go back to Netflix. I thought I was clever and tried to register as a new member to get the free trial membership but they caught me and swindled me back by registering me TWICE. I schemed in return by cancelling one then pretending to cancel the second so I could receive the "We Want You Back!" reduced rate for six months. So now I get the basic unlimited movies, three at a time, for fifteen dollars a month. In the first round will be Angel Season One, Sex & Lucia, and either The Kid Stays in the Picture or something else I pick in the next half an hour before I leave "work" for my recording arts class.
Did I mention these transactions have occupied half an hour of my life? Sometimes I wish I worked for the government so I could constantly declare, "your tax dollars at work, ladies and gentlemen!" But then I'd have to work for the government. Besides I shouldn't say such things, because otherwise in the near future I'll find myself on government assistance and wishing I didn't once toy with such silliness.
That candy bar I just ate tasted way better in theory than it did in practice.
So I decided to go back to Netflix. I thought I was clever and tried to register as a new member to get the free trial membership but they caught me and swindled me back by registering me TWICE. I schemed in return by cancelling one then pretending to cancel the second so I could receive the "We Want You Back!" reduced rate for six months. So now I get the basic unlimited movies, three at a time, for fifteen dollars a month. In the first round will be Angel Season One, Sex & Lucia, and either The Kid Stays in the Picture or something else I pick in the next half an hour before I leave "work" for my recording arts class.
Did I mention these transactions have occupied half an hour of my life? Sometimes I wish I worked for the government so I could constantly declare, "your tax dollars at work, ladies and gentlemen!" But then I'd have to work for the government. Besides I shouldn't say such things, because otherwise in the near future I'll find myself on government assistance and wishing I didn't once toy with such silliness.
That candy bar I just ate tasted way better in theory than it did in practice.
