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Pips & the Fabulous Giraffe canceled their Netflix last month (? it was Blursday) so Belovedest got a Netflix. This has involved setting up profiles for all of us (plus a bonus kids profile, not sure who specifically that's intended for). It took some doing for me to get an avatar that I actually liked, as almost all of them were either overly gendered, characters I didn't care to represent myself as, or shows I had no idea of.
(Subtopic: In the age of reaction gifs and digital blackface, I have a relatively simple guideline about the use of any particular image. I try to not use images that I am unaware of the context around. For bits from TV shows, this generally includes having watched the episode.)
I wound up with a blue-footed booby from a show I haven't watched, which breaks my usual rule, but I'll allow it because it's a cartoon animal and not a person, and the context does not seem to involve cringe-or-worse stereotypes and tropes. (My icon for this entry is from a book with a laundry list of content notes. I have read the book multiple times.)
Since we have all-new profiles, this means that literally nothing we have watched on the old account is shown as watched on this account. That's mostly fine for me; I did have a list of things I vaguely wanted to watch, but there are so many things that I vaguely want to watch, and going off a list like that when your liking outpaces your ability to watch is just an exercise in playing infinite catchup.
That's not the way Alex or Belovedest uses Netflix. Belovedest, for their part, is hoping to get their unwatched-watched shows back into something that vaguely resembles reality. This includes setting their happy little media Raspberry Pi to 1.5x fast-forwarding through entire seasons of shows they've seen.
So last night I crawled into bed early, for values of "early" that were probably close to midnight but I was the first one in bed. Belovedest was in the living room, giggling at links from an IRC channel full of people I don't know. The bedroom TV had been going through old episodes of Ultimate Beastmaster, which is fun and good-spirited as sports reality shows go, and an object lesson in how determination and athleticism are great but still won't automatically let you win when the whole course is set up to make it easy for you to fail. Those will get you there, but it still depends on luck.
I was content to curl up and poke the internet for a while, but eventually I decided it was time to sleep. At this point the TV came back into play as a factor. The lights were off. The screen was not only illuminating the room, but changing the light levels fairly rapidly. I couldn't find the controller to make it stop.
In my irritated stupor, I marched off in my little bare feet to the living room. "Sllp, no, schreen too fplash," I articulated clearly. "Make it no, now."
Belovedest trundled back with me and found the screen's off switch, which was a solution I'd mentally discarded, partly because I wasn't sure if the replay was meant to go overnight, and I'd wanted to stop it properly rather than letting it go unattended and screwing up things in the other direction.
Then I played soothing quiet games until I fell asleep.
(Subtopic: In the age of reaction gifs and digital blackface, I have a relatively simple guideline about the use of any particular image. I try to not use images that I am unaware of the context around. For bits from TV shows, this generally includes having watched the episode.)
I wound up with a blue-footed booby from a show I haven't watched, which breaks my usual rule, but I'll allow it because it's a cartoon animal and not a person, and the context does not seem to involve cringe-or-worse stereotypes and tropes. (My icon for this entry is from a book with a laundry list of content notes. I have read the book multiple times.)
Since we have all-new profiles, this means that literally nothing we have watched on the old account is shown as watched on this account. That's mostly fine for me; I did have a list of things I vaguely wanted to watch, but there are so many things that I vaguely want to watch, and going off a list like that when your liking outpaces your ability to watch is just an exercise in playing infinite catchup.
That's not the way Alex or Belovedest uses Netflix. Belovedest, for their part, is hoping to get their unwatched-watched shows back into something that vaguely resembles reality. This includes setting their happy little media Raspberry Pi to 1.5x fast-forwarding through entire seasons of shows they've seen.
So last night I crawled into bed early, for values of "early" that were probably close to midnight but I was the first one in bed. Belovedest was in the living room, giggling at links from an IRC channel full of people I don't know. The bedroom TV had been going through old episodes of Ultimate Beastmaster, which is fun and good-spirited as sports reality shows go, and an object lesson in how determination and athleticism are great but still won't automatically let you win when the whole course is set up to make it easy for you to fail. Those will get you there, but it still depends on luck.
I was content to curl up and poke the internet for a while, but eventually I decided it was time to sleep. At this point the TV came back into play as a factor. The lights were off. The screen was not only illuminating the room, but changing the light levels fairly rapidly. I couldn't find the controller to make it stop.
In my irritated stupor, I marched off in my little bare feet to the living room. "Sllp, no, schreen too fplash," I articulated clearly. "Make it no, now."
Belovedest trundled back with me and found the screen's off switch, which was a solution I'd mentally discarded, partly because I wasn't sure if the replay was meant to go overnight, and I'd wanted to stop it properly rather than letting it go unattended and screwing up things in the other direction.
Then I played soothing quiet games until I fell asleep.
