Christmas in…December.
Monday, December 8th, 2008Well, Mom and Dad, it looks like you’re off the hook.* Whatever it was I said I wanted for Christmas this year, forget about it.** You see, Netflix already took care of all my heart’s desires, and all it took was one quick e-mail.
That’s right: Instant Viewing for Mac users.
Of course, it took them long enough. They’ve been promising Instant Viewing for the rest of us for eighteen months now, and my wait, well, it hasn’t been pretty.
But now? With the words “Hey, smug Mac user, come use unlimited hours of our streaming video,” all is forgiven. I’ve been let loose in the world of instant gratification, and it is a blessed, blessed (and dangerous) thing. (In the interest of full disclosure, the official First CH Instant Movie of Joy was Enchanted. Judge me how you will.) Now I can cross movies off of my queue before I even remember to put them on in the first place. How did I miss Birds of America in the theater, for example? It doesn’t matter now: I can just zip through it. Likewise Paris, Je T’aime and, I don’t know, Ernest Scared Stupid (I said I can, not I will). Whenever I want! It’s magic!
They don’t have everything, of course. I’ll still have to track down Rebecca on VHS if I want to move on with Project 501, and I’ll keep up my two-disc unlimited plan for regular movie-watching. But it feels good, doesn’t it? The future? Just like they told us—movies sent to your home, so you can watch them right after you’ve teleported back from outer space, or wherever it is you’ve been? Maybe not quite. But I’ll take what I can get, and watching movies on my little white laptop whenever I want is a pretty good compromise.
*Not true.
**Also a lie.

