*beleaguered sigh*
Oh, the trials of a lowly Mac-using blogger. It’s a hard row to how, having a laptop that’s just plain cuter and easier and less virus-prone than everybody else. Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Nobody knows my sorrow!
The situation is this: Netflix, in its interminable campaign to be voted Miss Congeniality, has e-mailed to inform me that my monthly rate has gone down. This is a good thing. There is no trouble or sorrow for me in the reduction of my Netflix bill. They also, with a bat of the eyelashes and a good old yawn-and-stretch, told me that I am now eligible to receive 14 hours of TV or film programming directly on my computer, beamed from outer space, or Hollywood, or wherever. No trouble or sorrow there, either. Fourteen hours is a lot of time on top of my regular two-at-a-time, and think of the increased watching opportunities without the two-day turnaround. Victory, right? It’s like Christmas in July! Except that Netflix has failed to accomodate Mac users into the deal. We’re just too hip for them to handle.
It’s terrible, really. It’s like an older sibling pretending to invite his impressionable little sister into his room to play, and then slamming the door in her face (not that that ever happened to me, mind you)–”Come on! Let’s watch some movies together instantly! Sure, we can watch Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken! Whatever you want!”….SLAM. We’re left alone with our magnetic cords and our two-day turnaround time.
One hopes that Netflix is working on this, that they’re eager to address the needs of Cult of the White Earbuds. Because it’s not like Mac users are uncommon, and it’s not like they don’t have any money, and it’s not like they wouldn’t like movies sent straight to their computers or DVRs. Because I’m guessing that somebody else will figure it out eventually, and Mac folks are likely to be more attached to their computers than to their movie rental services.
Netflix, Mac, streamed movies, whining
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