“To love great art, you also have to appreciate the trash.”
Finding something to watch has become a chore. Most streaming platforms are still running the same carousel Netflix popularized in the late 2000s — endless rows of “recommended for you” that you know aren't really for you. Then the ads sneak back in anyway.
Whenever I'm in a hotel, there’s something nice about just flipping channels. No algorithm or “personalized” content. You get what you get.
So with a soft spot for terrible B-movies and weird shows (thank you, Internet Archive) and Claude Code, I built my own player. It's a little wonky, just like broadcast TV.
Check in at Room 206: channel surfing at 1am in a motel, circa 1996. Mash that remote and see what’s on.
Enjoy your stay…
(And if things get a bit too trashy, pull the cord and “take me to the kittens.”)