Clearing out, I found two boxes full of DVDs. These are the ones that survives a culling pass a couple years ago. There’s a lot of good stuff there. Thing is, we never watch DVDs. I don’t think we own a functional DVD player. If we want to watch a movie we find some medium-grade thing on Netflix or HBO, and we don’t watch movies often. I probably don’t really need The Lord of the Rings or Patton or Bladerunner or the entire Monty Python’s Flying Circus or, needless to say, any of my father’s ballets and musicals. Yet … it makes me sad.
I need the room. I need the money. People who live closer to life’s edges don’t stockpile this crap. I need to clear out. Out out out. And yet.