This definitely needs the Mario icon
Okay, so I can stream movies on Netflix. I went to start it, and now it appears I have to install some movie watcher. As soon as I hear things like that, I immediately hesitate. It's a DRM thing, as well as a way for Netflix to track how many hours of your allotment you've used up, which is all well and good.
It's just that programs downloading onto my computer to track my usage of things make me very squidgy (aka uncomfortable). That whole rootkit shit with Sony scared the crap out of me. I'm gonna have to hold off until I read up a little more on what the interweb at large's experience with the download process is. I'm not pleased at the fact I have to use IE instead of Firefox as is. I don't need to download something and team it with Microsoft's media player and have problems (problems beyond just getting the thing to work, I mean).
Pisser. I really was excited to do this, too.
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Tonight's BSG was acceptable. A vast improvement over the last few episodes, though not nearly as promising as the preview for next week. Hey, remember the Cylons? Those robots? Yeah, remember them? They're going to be, like, in some way involved with whatever the fuck is going on in this show! CRAZINESS.
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The Oscars are on and I'm not watching. I'm proud of myself. I got my Ellen fix just fine watching Finding Nemo before BSG.
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Slowly, but surely, the after effects of watching seven hours of Profit yesterday are popping up. One, I find myself shuddering every time I go looking for a Sylar icon and see Adrian Pasdar somewhere. Two, I crave the movie American Psycho, which, being on loan, I will have to satisfy with the book (not as hot a Patrick Bateman, but at least more serious--despite being satire--than Profit). Three, I have a creeping suspicion that when any of the folk who watched it with me yesterday write fic for it, I'm going to read it. And be horribly, wonderfully scarred for life.
Time to watch something with HAPPY RAINBOWS AND PUPPIES. Or just happy music and cross stitching of happy-fun-sunshine lifetime.
It's just that programs downloading onto my computer to track my usage of things make me very squidgy (aka uncomfortable). That whole rootkit shit with Sony scared the crap out of me. I'm gonna have to hold off until I read up a little more on what the interweb at large's experience with the download process is. I'm not pleased at the fact I have to use IE instead of Firefox as is. I don't need to download something and team it with Microsoft's media player and have problems (problems beyond just getting the thing to work, I mean).
Pisser. I really was excited to do this, too.
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Tonight's BSG was acceptable. A vast improvement over the last few episodes, though not nearly as promising as the preview for next week. Hey, remember the Cylons? Those robots? Yeah, remember them? They're going to be, like, in some way involved with whatever the fuck is going on in this show! CRAZINESS.
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The Oscars are on and I'm not watching. I'm proud of myself. I got my Ellen fix just fine watching Finding Nemo before BSG.
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Slowly, but surely, the after effects of watching seven hours of Profit yesterday are popping up. One, I find myself shuddering every time I go looking for a Sylar icon and see Adrian Pasdar somewhere. Two, I crave the movie American Psycho, which, being on loan, I will have to satisfy with the book (not as hot a Patrick Bateman, but at least more serious--despite being satire--than Profit). Three, I have a creeping suspicion that when any of the folk who watched it with me yesterday write fic for it, I'm going to read it. And be horribly, wonderfully scarred for life.
Time to watch something with HAPPY RAINBOWS AND PUPPIES. Or just happy music and cross stitching of happy-fun-sunshine lifetime.