So, have you met Franklin? Probably not. He’s my Roku box and lets me stream crap to my TV. I named it Franklin because when I registered on Roku it asked for a name and that’s the first thing that popped into my head. I should have called it something more TV-y, but one can hardly think straight when one has Angry Birds on their TV.
I hop the newness of Franklin wears off quickly because I’ve done not a lot since he entered Supergenius HQ. The whole point of getting Internet TV besides telling my $162-a-month Comcast bill to suck it, was to cut out a lot of mindless TV watching.
But then I signed up for Netflix streaming, and it just may be the death of my already meager productivity. How can I possibly write or read a book or cook a meal when the entire series of “Quantum Leap”* is just waiting to be watched? And “3rd Rock from the Sun?” And “Parks & Rec?” Sitcoms and movies I’ve already seen are my weakness, because it allows my to half-brainedly watch and fart around on the Internet at the same time. Yes, this totally defeats the purpose. One of the hidden, not talked-about goals of Internet TV was to make TV/Movie watching a mindful activity, something I did with intent because I wanted to watch something.
But right now it’s like Napster all up in this hizzy. You remember what it was like in the early MP3 downloading heyday, don’t you? It was where you downloaded any song or album you could think of not because you really wanted it, but simply because you could. That’s where I am now, watching my favorite episodes of 80s and 90s TV not because I want to, but because I can. Who doesn’t love John Lithgow as an alien?
*I really do love Quantum Leap. It’s why I named my iPhone Ziggy and if I ever send you an email from my phone the signature line says, “Sent from Zigg, an iPhone, who is hopping the next leap will be the leap home.”
I am a nerd.