TMP — First World Peeve

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Today’s peeve is about streaming TV shows and it’s a real first world issue.

My wife and I like to binge-watch TV shows, especially when they span multiple seasons. We just don’t have the patience anymore for weekly episodes, so we prefer to watch an entire season of a show over three to five nights, depending upon how many episodes per season.

We are currently watching a British cop show called “Line of Duty.”

It’s a police procedural about an anti-corruption unit out to catch “bent coppers” (aka dirty cops). There are six seasons of “Line of Duty.” The first four seasons are available on FreeVee, an ad-supported video-on-demand streaming service owned by Amazon.

We finished watching the first four seasons on FreeVee and we were hooked. But what about seasons five and six? Well, season five is available on Amazon Prime Video, but at $2.99 an episode or $13.99 for the season. Seriously? Well, eight episodes at about an hour each comes to about $1.75 an episode, which, I suppose isn’t too bad. Plus, no commercials, like there are on FreeVee.

We’re half way through season five, but I just found out that season six is available only on BritBox, a $6.99 per month subscription streaming service. Are you freaking kidding me?

The good news is that you can get a seven-day free trial for BritBox. So once we finish season five, we’re going to subscribe to BritBox, and binge-watch the entire season six over three or four nights. Then I just have to remember to cancel my free trial before they start billing my credit card.

See, I told you. First world peeve.

TMP — My Nation On Its Birthday

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. Today is the 4th of July, America’s Independence Day. And I’m sorry folks, but I’m not feeling it. So here is my peevish post.

I’m just not in the mood to celebrate my nation’s birthday. It’s not so much apathy as it is frustration, disappointment, anger, and resentment.

There are powerful forces who want to suppress democracy in America. They gleefully pull the petals from the flower of freedom until there are no freedoms left, no justice for all, no liberty, no pursuit of happiness.

So you go ahead and enjoy your festivities, patriotically wave your flags, and set off your fireworks while so many watch in awe as our ship of state sails off into stormy seas.

I will stay home, far from the madding crowd, taking solace in the carefree little fireflies lighting the sky in my backyard. I will suffer in silence the grief I feel deep inside my heart for the impending death of my nation on its birthday.


Also written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (apathy), The Daily Spur (suppress), My Vivid Blog (petals), Word of the Day Challenge (powerful), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sail), and E.M.’s RandomWord Prompt (fireflies),

TMP — First World Peeve

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. My peeve today is definitely a first world peeve. It’s basically that I have lost patience with weekly TV series. Especially when there is a continuing story that spans multiple episodes.

For TV shows, other than those where each episode stands alone, I prefer to binge-watch such shows, especially dramas. If a week goes by between the last episode and the next episode, I have often forgotten what happened in the previous week’s episode. Maybe it’s that at my age, my mind has become like a sieve, but I often ask my wife when the new episode becomes available, “Wait, what happened last week?” She doesn’t remember either.

That’s one of the reasons I like Netflix. Generally, when it releases a multi-episode series, it releases all episodes on the same day. So I can binge-watch the entire season of the show, and depending upon how many episodes there are, I can watch them all, one right after the other, over just a few days to a week. And if it’s a show with multiple seasons, it can keep us going for two or three weeks.

But even Netflix sometimes splits a season. For example, the first half of season four, the final season of “Ozark,” was released this past January 21st, but the second half of season four wasn’t released until April 29th, more than three months later. My wife and I had watch the last few episodes of the first half of season four to refresh our memories about how the first half ended before we started watching the second half of the final season.

Other streaming services, including HBO Max, Hulu, Amazon Prime TV, and Apple TV+, most often still follow the weekly episode release approach. So we have to wait until the season has “aired” all episodes before we begin our binge-watching routine.

Yeah, major 21st century problem, right?

TMP — More Whine Than Peeve

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. I didn’t get around to it yesterday, so I hope nobody minds that I’m a day late. Plus, my peeve today is not really a peeve as much as it is a whine. Are you ready?

When I was a kid, I was rather tall and skinny. Perhaps that’s why my best friend’s father used to call me either “String bean” or “Beanpole.” How skinny was I? Well, when in the 10th grade, I was 6’1” and weighed in at 105 pounds.

As a young man I filled out a little, but when I bought dress shirts or sport shirts, I had to buy what they called “tapered” shirts back then, and which are now typically referred to as “fitted” or “slim”

I wore tapered shirts for years until I was in my late-thirties, when the tapered shirts were beginning to feel too tight on me. So I then started buying “regular” cut shirts. 16/34 for dress shirts (for work) and large/regular for sport shirts/casual shirts.

Today, I wear mostly T-shirts and sweatshirts, but I have about half a dozen collared, casual sport shirts in my closet that I rotate through when I have to go out of the house. I recently noticed that most of my shirts have fraying collars and are starting to look a little ragged. So, I decided it was time to pick up a few new shirts.

I typically don’t tuck my shirts into my pants, which means when I do wear casual, collared shirts, the shirttails hang down pretty long. I had recently received a brochure in the mail from a shirt manufacturer called UNTUCKit®. Their shirts are meant to be worn untucked, so their shirttails are cut shorter. UNTUCKit shirts come in standard men’s shirt sizes and in three cuts: slim, regular, and relaxed. So I ordered three new shirts in size large, regular cut.

They arrived last week and I pulled one out of the box, put it on, and asked my wife how it looked. “It looks a little tight,” she said. “And I’m afraid that when you sit down, you might pop a button or two.”

Ugh. There is some fine print on the UNTUCKit website that says that their regular cut shirts “run slightly smaller than traditional shirts,” but I must have missed that notation when I made my original order.

So I packed up the large/regular shirts that I received, went onto the UNTUCKit website, and initiated an exchange for three large/relaxed shirts. The UNTUCKit website says the relaxed shirt adds three extra inches of room in the body compared with the regular cut.

So now I wait for my replacement shirts to arrive, feeling depressed that my body has evolved from “slim” to “regular” to “relaxed.”

TMP — Bored Girl

Every Monday, Paula Light, with her The Monday Peeve prompt, gives us an opportunity to vent or rant about something that pisses us off. My peeve today is about something that happened yesterday when my wife and I took our Mother’s Day bike ride through Golden Gate Park and along the Pacific Ocean.

It wasn’t her fault, really. She’s only 16 months old, you know. She just doesn’t know any better. And, after all, this was the first time we left her alone for an extended period of time. Nevertheless, when we did arrive home after being gone for six hours during our Mother’s Day outing, we were shocked at how much damage a bored little girl can do.

She had not only peed on the family room rug, she had shredded several pillows on our leather sectional couch. And she also pulled the stuffing out of one of the leather cushions. What a bad little girl.

What a bad dog.

Credit: Getty Images/iStockphoto

Now bear in mind, we’ve only had her for two months after adopting her from a local shelter and we’re still going through the obedience training process. We had left her home by herself twice before without incident, but for less than an hour each time. Never for six hours.

So it wasn’t her fault, really. It was ours.