Yet More Friday Musings

So much for yesterday's resolution that I was going to get out of bed at a reasonable hour today and do something: I still ended up spending a large part of the day in bed.  But hell, I enjoyed it.  Besides, I had late night.  I didn't intend to, but I came back from the pub and stumbled into the Dutch historical film, The Admiral, showing on Pluto TV.  It went on into the early hours, but I thought, to hell with it, I don't have to get up for work tomorrow and this is actually pretty damn good.  As a consequence, I now know a lot more about the politics of the Netherlands in the seventeenth century - not to mention a lot more about the naval tactics of Michiel de Ruyter during the Anglo Dutch wars.  You see, I bought that Roku box in order to watch trash and ended up getting a history lesson.  But getting back to my inability to get out of bed these days, which yesterday I was blaming on the creeping infection of my boredom with work, I had conversation in the pub last night during which it emerged that it isn't just me having this problem.  An acquaintance told me that he too has real problems leaving the warm embrace of the bedclothes in the morning - and he's self employed and enjoys his work.  So I'm not feeling so down on myself now.  But I still need to do something to sort my life out in general.

Speaking of which, my viewing of B-Movie TV of lat has left me wondering exactly what it takes to set up a streaming channel on Roku.  Watching B-Movie TV frequently feels akin to experiencing someone's DVD collection.  Which isn't meant as a criticism - it's one hell of a DVD collection.  In only a couple of weeks I've found myself exposed to some of the most obscure (not mention some of the scuzziest) movies out there.  They range from old continental horrors like the Italo-Spanish co-production Murder Mansion (aka Maniac Mansion) through semi-professional obscurities like Island of the Beast Monsters through to terrible nineties direct to video fare like The Ripper (a film so bad the writer of the original script felt moved to comment on its IMDB entry, complaining as to how the director had ruined his work).  There are also smatterings of seventies and eighties action and martial arts films.  Like I said, a lot of it is terrible, but there are also a lot of my kind of stuff on there.  So, I'm left pondering, perhaps this is what I should be doing, running a streaming TV channel specialising in trash.  Could this be the career change I'm looking for?