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| The World of Video Rental |
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If you’re anything like me and hate the outside world—or at least hate
being out there with the noise, grumps, ratty drivers, and greedy and
freaky ones, you probably stick with video rental rather than fight the forces of an indoor theater crowd.
Or, if you have Asperger’s,
agoraphobia, ADD, ADHD, or any other affliction that forces you to opt
for the safe confines of your own home, you likely indulge in video
rental.
I am a huge devotee of video rental shops… well, at least the local one, where I used to get videos at a discount or for free when I used them to teach related materials; where I still get videos to catch up on the latest releases; and where I go whenever my friends and I are doing a moviethon (movie marathon, wherein we rent a bunch of videos or DVDS that are related in topic, genre, or actor).
Now, of course, I live in a remote area. When I say remote, I mean the town is so out there and secluded that there is no human postal delivery to the individual homes: we have to use a p.o. box at the p.o. down the street.
When I say remote, I mean the electrical system and the phone wires are still above ground, in the Eucalyptus trees and Pines, so when it rains for more than a few hours, when the wind blows, or whenever, really, the power goes out.
These two factors make it difficult to watch video rentals we have gotten from the video rental store, and make it impossible to subscribe to that video rental delivery service that is advertised on TV (NetFlix, for example) quite a bit these days. But living in the woods, in a rural area that is quiet, crazy-free, and inundated with natural flora, fauna, and animals (raccoons, deer, possum, and more), makes any inconvenience worth it. Besides, it doesn’t matter that we lose power one season every year: the rest of the year is ripe for video rentals, DVD rentals, and pizza we pick up ourselves. In fact, tonight my friend wants to see that movie where Bette Davis and Joan Crawford go at it, which I am thrilled to rent for him and watch with him. I can just hear her now, as we gripe if only we didn’t live so far out… “But ya arrrre, Blanche, ya arrrre living out there in the boondocks.” |
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