Never been better TV in my life.

I assumed you had Amazon prime since you said you have watched The Expanse. No difference between that and all these other GREAT and inexpensive streaming networks.

Yeah, maybe I’m getting old and curmudgeonly, all the usual stereotypes. I really didn’t want to do that, but they just keep on throwing curve balls at you, and if you don’t allow yourself to be inconvenienced, you find out you are forced to pay a price.

Everyhing I know how to do is obsolete, all this knowledge and experience is no longer marketable. No matter how much you learn or study or experience it doesn’t really matter any more because there is a new way of doing it now, and in a year or two it will be obsolete too.

This is the Singularity the AI people have been warning us about,

Old people are not old dogs; we can learn new tricks.
And actually, there’s nothing to learn. It’s as easy as clicking on Vimeo or YouTube to watch the movies you recommended. You navigate to the AppleTV website and click on the 1 week free trial. Enter the info, watch all the shows, and cancel before the end of the week. It costs you nothing but a minute of your time and you get to watch outstanding Sci Fi shows.

Stop being a scared grumpy old curmudgeon! You of all people with your very high intellect should have no fear of clicking a couple links.

Its what eventually soured me on all technology, they kept on changing the rules on me. I remember the immense satisfaction I had learning to program computers, to actually be able to solve complex scientific and engineering problems by automating the “Patterson Calculations” required to do so.

It took me years to get really good at it, and I took great pride in that too. But now you don’t get to plunge deep into the math and physics any more, you spend all the time debugging the tools, learning new operating systems, programming languages, database architectures, user interfaces. And you always seem to be learning new languages, or new instruments, rather than getting really good at writing poetry and playing music.

Yeah, yeah. I’m also perfectly well aware I’m just getting old and stiff and too lazy to want to learn new shit. But I’m just tired. I’m worn out. I ain’t going to work on Maggie’s farm no more.

This movie resonates with me because I’m bicultural, and I’m very sensitive to that aspect of human behavior. I relate to the Leslie Howard character in the film because I’ve spent my whole life jumping back and forth between the two, but I’m a lot better at it than Peter Standish is.

I’ve also lived long enough and traveled enough to notice how BOTH my cultures have evolved, and I have been able to explore different subcultures within my own home cultures. Its difficult to communicate just how I experience this, but I can certainly feel it happening.

The really scary part of all this is that I have enough time under my belt that I can not only feel the culture changing, I can experience that the speed of that change is accelerating. Its moving so fast now I can feel I am losing the ability to keep up.

I realize that there is terrific TV available that way, but I got fed up dealing with the cable companies. I used to watch the shows with the best critical reviews by just buying the DVDs, but less and less of that seems to be available any more.

“Suppose you’re in a boat, sailing down a winding stream. You watch the banks as they pass you. You went by a grove of maple trees upstream, but you can’t see them now so you saw them in the past. Didn’t you? Now you’re watching a field of clovers before your eyes in this moment; in the present. But you don’t know what’s waiting for you around the bend in the stream ahead. It may be wonderful things but you can’t see them until you get around the bend in the future. Can you? All right now, remember, you’re in the boat, but I’m in the sky above you in a plane. I’m looking down on it all. I can see it all at once. So the past, the present and the future of the man in the boat are all one to the man in the plane. But doesn’t that prove that all time must really be one? Time, real time, is nothing but an idea, in the mind of god.”

Entertaining how he could never fit into the late 18th Century era he went back to, and how everyone there easily saw how out of place he was. I never quite got the mechanism of time travel and how he controlled it, but it was a sweet story with a sad ending.

He passes off most of his ‘mistakes’ by explaining that, as a recently arrived American, he is unfamiliar with the ways of 1784 London. Most of the time, he gets away with it. At about 49:00, he apologizes for his clumsiness at dancing the courtly minuet by explaining that, in his country, the dances are “modeled on those of the Neg–er, the Red Indian”. He catches his error just in time.

This movie is filled with little gems like this.