The DVD Conundrum

I hate dusting. Unfortunately, I need to do some dusting, mostly because I've got a tradie coming in later in the week to replace the intercom, and I can't have them see the place in the state it's in at the moment. 

So, I'm dusting. 

Ugh. 

Regardless, I'm not just doing the area near where the intercom, but a thorough dust, including around the telly. 

And here is my conundrum. 

What do you do with old DVDs? And CDs? 

I know that life has moved on from 2005, but there's something comforting about my DVD collection. Not that I can remember the last time I fired up the DVD player (Yes, I still have one that works.) Not that I know if all of my DVDs are of the correct region. Not that I've played all of my collection. 

I mean, if I want to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I can always get a subscription to one of a couple of streaming services. What about some of the more niche British films I love so much? Britbox is fairly good for those things, and SBS On Demand has a lot of goods stuff on it. If you really want to watch something, you can bring in the streaming service subscription for a month. 

Still, what do you do with all of these DVDs? On removing all of them from the cabinet underneath the television, I looked at what remained. I'd done a cull a while ago. The Buffy DVDs were there. There was a couple of favourite movies. Bull Durham, Logan Lucky, Sense and Sensibility and Gosford Park. These are some of my comfort films - those films you can throw on and enjoy, despite the fact you've seen them 20 times over. (Note, it's a neurospicy trait to watch shows on repeat - it's a comfort to receive no shocks, and you get to pick up things that you missed when you were on a side quest.)

Then there were the box sets. The Affair and The Hour. Both are amazing. Again, I'm sure I could find them on some streaming service, but I like having them around. 

And the comfort watch of all comfort watches - the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice, with Colin Firth. Is there any better television. 

So, these DVDs are staying. Buffy and her cohorts are being donated to the charity bin. Sure, they're plastic clutter, but it's a lot less than there were this morning - and who knows, next time, they might be sent to a new home. 

Also, the telly cabinet is free from a few years of dust - which when you are the slave of a black cat, you work out that half of that detritus is him, placed there to vex you. Eight buckets of water later, something tells me I should be doing this a bit more regularly. 

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