So I discovered the concept of "streaming" from the Internet in the last two weeks. Emily, much to my chagrin, "upgraded" our Netflix account to include streaming because she thought it would be fun to watch movies on our computers. I thought this was a stupid idea, and I told her. Then, I was at the store and saw this Blue-Ray disk player that also had some kind of Netflix software on it so you could watch movies instantly on your television, and I was hooked.
This concept is totally cool, and I want you to know that I have used it to incentivize my exercising. Do you remember that series Lost from a year or two ago? I am sure you do, because all of America knew about it. Well, I admit I have never seen an episode until a two weeks ago when I was looking for something to watch while running. Now, Lost accompanies me on all of my 40 minute runs (Lost episodes are exactly 42 minutes long, which gives me time to run and start my stretching). The show is not all that addicting (sorry to all of you die-hard fans), but it does leave every episode on a cliff-hanger, which is something I can't stand (I always have to know what happens next, even if I really don't care). The best thing is that unlike all of you who watched it on television, I do not get the 18 minutes of commercial interruptions, which is great.
At this point, I am just grateful that everyone (except the fat guy Hurley) are all Gucci models. It would have been really tough if it had been a plane of average Americans who are 20 pounds overweight. Of course, there are a few people that are probably overweight, but they don't play regular roles and we know that dinosaur (or whatever it is) will eventually eat them. I just feel bad for Hurley. I mean, the guy has been on the island for 44 days now, and he has not lost one pound. I think Jack (the doctor) should test his thyroid or something because there is seriously something wrong when a guy only eats papaya and has to run away from bears and catch fish all the time but cannot lose any weight.
Anyway, Hurley is the guy I am rooting for, which inevitably means he will be eaten or fall down a ravine or be felled by a dropping coconut (hey, you laugh but more than twice as many people die from falling coconuts each year (150) than do from shark attacks (60)) or be killed by Sawyer. My hope is that he is a ripped, chiseled, tanned, awesome man by the end of the show.
3 comments:
You run outside with your computer? That is dedication! Why did I get a Netflix pop-up ad when i accessed your blog??
Jeff - I have not seen one episode of Lost.
Jeff this is Trish, by the way :)
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