September 5 2006 - September 30 2023.

Seventeen years and twenty-five days. So goes my Netflix account. I couldn't in good conscience keep giving them money, not when they've stopped sending out DVDs and sustaining the best movie library ever assembled. Yesterday was the last day they mailed anything. I've got a couple more discs coming, but it's mostly a formality. They're on their way to me. There's no reason to keep going.

Technically, they cancelled my DVD plan for me, so this was me cutting off the streaming service. I can piggyback on other accounts, and find other ways to watch things. I'll miss the DVD service more. Technically, I'm good until the end of the current billing period, so I have a couple of weeks to hang around in case I change my mind. I'm not going to change my mind. Mostly, this has me thinking people that don't like art shouldn't be put in charge of managing it, in whatever way, shape, or form that entails.

Tonight, I log out for the last time and let nature take its course.