Frustration at unintentional spoilers

I was incommunicado…where internet was constrained and, frankly, I wouldn’t have wanted to squander cruise time to the Mandalorian…and we got two episodes behind.

And yeah, current ettiquette seems to be ‘keep quiet up to three days after airing’…but this modern streaming era just means frustration when Tor (or Arstechnica, or any one of a dozen other possible channels, drops something like ‘here’s why ‘X’ changes EVERYTHING…when I wasn’t even aware X was going to BE in last weeks episode.

Bah. I hate it. #ShakesFistAtCloud

Yeah, I try to watch episodes as soon as possible after airing/dropping if it is a popular show and I don’t want to be spoiled.

Never turn your TV on on a Sunday with Formula One. Even the Gardening Channel will tell you Hamilton or Verstappen won, totally ruining your weekend.

And yet, no where else can you find coverage worth a dry, scratchy fuck.

I hate The World

The socal contact graph seems both larger than you can comprehend, and smaller than you’d imagine, all at the same time. And 98% of the time I don’t MIND Tor (or Ars Technica) talking about scifi stuff…it’s why I subscribe to them. But those times life gets in the way and I can’t (or don’t want to) religously watch that one thing…It’s why I like watching Series that have concluded years ago…Breaking Bad and The Expanse were great for that because the episodes I’d been watching were two or more years old and people had stopped talking about them. (I caught up on the expanse and luckily, I had covid, so I could avoid all the conversation while I binged the last season up til the conclusion.)

Many years ago the main rugby league game on Sunday afternoon (no night sport in those days) was replayed at 6PM. Some people tried to avoid learning the score so that they could watch it as though it were live. A journalist wrote a piece about just how hard it was to avoid finding out the score. What inspired him to write it was that, while walking his dog in the park just before the replay, a jogger who he had never seen in his life before, and never saw again later, ran past and shouted out, “The Tigers won 22-12.”