My Netflix Addiction

Never has one online site given me more satisfaction and hours of endless entertainment than the addicting nature of Netflix. As soon as I start watching one TV series, I usually chow through the first season in about two to five days depending on the length of season. I watched the entire six seasons of Lost in about two weeks (enjoying and understanding it better – so that’s why there was a smoke monster), the entire nine seasons of How I Met Your Mother (what happened to this show in syndication?) in about six months, since I had to wait for the ninth and final season to appear on Netflix, all five seasons of Breaking Bad in about a month (inspiring me to search for all of the songs used in every season – it was quite a diverse and unique soundtrack…bitch!), and all eight seasons of Dexter (spoiler alert – the last three seasons totally jumped the shark – seriously, a lumberjack?)

When has not having cable or satellite ever made more sense?

As the name of the prompt today is sanctuary, I would call Netflix my place to get away, especially on my personal laptop where I can watch content at my own pace and privacy with high quality sound being pumped from my headphones into my ears. Whenever I am feeling so amped up and disconnected from myself, I prefer to hit up the streamies and watch the next episode in that great series I am currently involved with, which is sort of like dating someone for a long while before the money and other interests run out and you move on to the next candidate (can i date?) – bad analogy? Perhaps.

Netflix is a comforting thing, a truly enjoyable experience. It is a place I go to whenever I am feeling stressed, need to recollect my thoughts, find my happy place, or just figure out when I am finally going to start watching House of Cards. I see it as a great way to replace the boring parts of my life with the exciting, interesting lives of the actors and actresses decking it out in some of my favorite series and movies.

It is quite hard to leave a viewing session once I get my teeth sunk into an intriguing series, because for one thing, Netflix automatically starts a ten second countdown to the next episode, along with a juicy description of the next episode that makes me say, after already watching seven episodes in a row, “Just one more and I’ll go to bed.” But, of course, that rarely, if ever, happens. Thanks, Netflix, for turning me into an internet zombie by night (though this is nothing new).

I have to admit I’m a Netflix addict, judging by my constant urge to continue that TV series I had started the day before, or scroll endlessly for a decent movie to watch (any misleading images for action thrillers?) As I already mentioned, it involves me packing it all in for an extra stimulating all-night viewing experience that has a rollercoaster of scenes and audio bits from episodes or movies replaying in my head throughout the next day that I had already spent the wee hours of playing and rewinding to parts of episodes or movies I simply missed or didn’t catch the dialogue clearly from. Do I need a life? I think so, but it’s time to catch the next episode of the quite forgotten sci-fi series The 4400, which I believe is already set to jump the shark by the end of the second season.


 In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”

Technical Difficulties

There was a time
When everything seemed so bad
Nothing wanted to work right
I was starting to get mad
Those pingbacks 
They didn’t work for a while
I was losing out on readers
Felt like walking the mile
Asked for help,
Got some answers,
Told me to wait,
Waited for a few days,
Patience rushing,
Temper mounting,
Thoughts of giving up,
Even wrote a rant:
“Booted off ship”
“Stranded in water”
Outcasted, I felt
In the end was pointless
Cause everything cleared up
And my blog went back to normal
Forgot about my troubles
All that fuss was silly
But four days out 
Got me willy nilly
Things always get better
That’s the thing about life
One minute you’re on top
The next minute you’re under the knife
Oh Internet, oh internet
Why must you be a stubborn mule?
I know I beat you like a drum
And you serve me day in and day out
But when I go to do my daily tasks
I expect you to be there 
Every step of the way
No matter, no doubt
I hate it when the net is out
I lose out on a lot of things
My integral life online 
One place I truly can sing
The connection ceases
Occasionally on days
Such a rude awakening
When I have things to say
It’s going OK now
But trouble always lurks
For every minute I spend
There always failure 
In the works
Web browser choice
Is a big part of life
One always does something better
And it’s like choosing a wife
Cause you’ll be with one for a while
And seem to be happy go lucky
But then the mask comes off
And you see the ugliness underneath
It’s a rude awakening
A sword leaving the sheath

DP #69: “An Extreme Tale”