The end of the world is the beginning of another

Something wasn’t right.

I was sitting at home a few nights ago, skimming through an endless list of movies on Netflix when I first realized it. Sure, I had the requisite bowl of buttery popcorn, glass of soda pop and was reclined for optimal viewing enjoyment, but something was off. It wasn’t until 15 minutes into an episode of “Mystery Science Theater 3000” when it dawned on me. I hadn’t left my house that whole day.

At one point, not too long ago, something like this was a Jetsons-inspired fever dream. The image of George Jetson, sitting in his floating space chair, watching a show on his wa...