I don't know if this latest gadget we bought to bring Netflix streaming to our home is pronounced Roe-Koo or Rock-You but I will tell you this, we have been quite impressed by it and it does rock. ;o)
In fact, we have been talking about dropping our cable television altogether and just using the ROKU. Why? For $99 we bought a device that allows us to use our $14.99 a month Netflix account to watch what we want, when we want. Is everything available? Not by a long shot. But there's more than I have time to watch.
Cable here in Paso Robles, California means just one company to choose from and at about $84 a month for the account, that works out to $1,008 a year for 100 Channels of Nothing's-On-When-You-Really-Want-It.
Sure, they have On Demand and some of it's free but we have had it lock up so many times and have had to reset our converter so many times and walk through the process after the picture freezes -- that we have grown so sick of it and no way I'd trust it for Pay-Per-View.
But with our $99 ROKU hooked up to our wireless modem, we log into Netflix and download many TV series and thousands of movies. Concerts and documentaries are there, too.
We still get our DVDs delivered from our choices and watch them, but it really is a great thing to be able to log into your $14.99 Netflix account and grab things on the fly that the cable company is charging a lot more for.
We will ROKU, indeed.
A friend of mine sent me an email this morning that contained quite a number of 2008's winners in National Geographic's ongoing Best Photos competition.
These winning photographs are an amazing body of work by some very talented photographers, and yet they seemed to cry out for some kind of setting and interpretation.
So with a tip of the hat and with a nod and a wink to my love for Gary Larson's Far Side, I offer the following interpretations of these great photographs.
I hope that you find them funny. If not, click on some other page -- one that doesn't offend so many, quite as easily.
And Moses said: "Let there be flies on the land!" And he reached out his hand...
Another Wal-Mart family photo moment. "Bobby, hold still back there. Now, mister."
The field goal is good! It's good! Maurice knew they'd be going all the way to the Superbowl.
Suddenly Bob got confused when he saw all of the little fishies, and did not know if he were coming or going. The only thought that came to him clearly was: I am not a vegetarian. That much he knew. The fishies knew it too -- but they weren't much smarter than that.
Steve fell during one of his cloudwalking forays and unfortunately, he missed all of the branches -- but eventually, he did
find the ground.
What is it, Marge? I just waited through the Winter holding that egg you left me, and it grew. You wanna keep it? It seems friendly enough.
The beans were having a near debilitating, bloating effect on Mike. So much so that even though he was the leader of the clan, no one would swim in his wake. He was alone for the first time in his life and the stress made his bloating even worse.
Honey, do you like my make-up? Do you think it makes my eyes look puffy?
And on the final day of creation, God said: "I knew I forgot something." And he spoke to the Mountain of Faucets and turned on the waters and began to fill the empty seas. And it was good.
The photographer drew back in fear, the thought racing through his head: "What if they turn on me?" After all, the Grouper was gone in minutes. The Earth was changing -- and the meek truly were going to inherit the Earth.
I swear we are not alone, Wilma. For miles now, I have had the feeling that someone has been following us.
One thing he knew, Sally was cold as ice. She always had been, and he did not know how much more of it he could take. After all, his face was flush with the heat he felt for her. She, on the other hand, burned for Bruce, her first love who was off serving in the Banana War.
The waves refused to crest. After all, mankind had not appeared yet and so there were no surfers to impress. "So why go to all the effort?" the ocean thought to itself.