Selling video downloads boosts your show’s ratings. THAT little fact is sure to mean more shows for sale via iTunes, which in turn will mean more sales, and up goes AAPL‘s share price. This is one of those “buy-and-hold” deals.
Me, there are some music videos from my childhood I wish I could see again, and would pay to do so. (And not just while in a buying splurge like yesterday.)
Of course, GOOGle is after the same thing, (they currently show all of 72 music videos in their collection. Tip of the iceberg, anyone?) and they have a large variety of other reasons to buy… but I’m trying to get over the emotional hurdle of their current $430 share price. Maybe they’ll hit $500 and split a few times, and then I’ll be kicking myself. (I didn’t kick myself much for missing the window on that NetFlix jump, though. I think losses probably hurt a lot more than missed opportunities.)
All of this interest in stock, and I still don’t have an account open.
The bedroom set we ordered finally came yesterday. In preparation, I had to move our old furniture out of the room, and do a ton of tidying. We have a tacky blue filing cabinet that I hid in our closet; we have old computers and such that I also managed to cram in there; and I managed to clean off my desk by stacking a ton of stuff under a tiny table — “out of sight, I don’t mind,” as they say. Or as I say, at least.
And the set looks gorgeous. It’s HUGE, though — I reckon we lost 6-10 square feet just by adding the bedframe. But DAMN our room looks good. I can understand making the bed in a room this good-looking. I can understand vacuuming and dusting now, too. This room is NICE to come into. Wow. Can’t wait for Rebecca to come home and see this.
In other news, I’m still sick or whatever. I saw a doctor who prescribed some antibiotics, but I’m leaning back towards “allergies” now. I don’t feel sick — just congested like an LA freeway.
I went out looking for a king-sized comforter yesterday, and came back instead with some bathroom thingies. And I went looking for a caricature how-to book, and came back with a blank sketchbook. I also filled a prescription, and threw on some sunglasses and washing machine detergent to the order. I realized early on that I was in the grasp of an impulse buying spree, and had to curtail my desires for a number of other purchases. For example, buying a $200 comforter when a) I didn’t bring a pillowcase or anything to make sure it matched, b) I’m color-blind ANYway, and c) Rebecca deserves to have some say in the decision.
I also didn’t buy:
- The caricature book (it wasn’t too impressive)
- Candy at the check-out aisle
- A fiction paperback to read
- A Dale Carnegie audio CD
- Candy at the OTHER check-out aisle
- Some nice artwork to hang in our new bedroom
- A ThinkGeek t-shirt to replace the one I stained with candle wax (AHH! I just checked, and I can’t find it in stock! Yikes!)
And I bought Dave Sheldon‘s new book, “Pure Ducky Goodness“, but that was online. Hardly counts.
So. Papa needs to rein in his purchasing power.