Storage Locker License Agreement: Fill & Download for Free

Yes. It will take time however as content licensing agreements expire and get renegotiated and therefore allow service providers to stream more content on demand and store your DVR assets in the cloud. Some operators are starting to do this today with the concept of a network-based DVR or personal storage locker. In this case you schedule recordings and season passes but they are recorded in the service providers cloud storage environments rather than on a hard drive in your house.Current US law requires that individual copies of DVR content are recorded in the network only when the subscriber explicitly requests that a movie or program be recorded. Therefore the service provider cannot just store one copy of a program and simply link the thousands/millions of subscribers to that one file, instead each subscriber has their own personal copy of that file.

God, I’ve written, deleted, and re-written this answer a few times right now. I have 23+ years of stories that involve weirdness and nastiness towards me, my mother, or my father. There’s just so much.All I can say is that it’s awful. My stepmother is probably one of the nastiest people on earth that I’ve ever met and I will never forgive her for ruining the last years of my father’s life. Thankfully I didn’t live with my dad otherwise I don’t know how I would have fared.My stepmother is a piece of work in many regards. She’s got Asperger’s (a late in life diagnosis) and when we finally learned that it explained SO MUCH. My dad was her fourth husband. She had abandoned her own son to his father at age 9. After retiring she’s become completely nocturnal and complains about the rest of the world being diurnal and forcing her to change her schedule to do basic tasks. She’s an absolute health nut who goes raw vegan every so often and drinks weird shit like banana peel juice. She’s lost her sense of smell, and her sense of taste went with it.My dad and stepmom met when I was 5 and married when I was 8. According to my mom, his mother demanded he stop dating some blonde shiksa and find a nice Jewish girl. My dad was always a mama’s boy so he obeyed. Problem was that he lived in Bakersfield, California and there was only one single Jewish woman his age.Well, they always bickered. And in the most disrespectful way toward each other, always insulting each other’s intelligence. It was a nightmare to listen to. I’m now grateful (in a weird way) that my dad didn’t live closer and I didn’t have to be around that most of the time. Just the few weeks when I would be visiting him during the year.She never took care of him the way you’d think spouses would take each other. No cooking or cleaning to help one another out. No little things done for the other person. They lived very separate lives in some ways. Part of that is my dad’s fault for sure, he came from a time when men didn’t learn to cook or clean. This went beyond that though, it was if my dad was an accessory more than a husband.Here’s the SHORT highlight reel from my childhood/young adult years:Stepmother illegally tested me for mental illnesses and learning disabilities without my mother’s permission and diagnosed me with everything under the sun from autism to ADHD. (She was working as a school psychologist. I’m so sorry, kids of Bakersfield.) My mother nearly got her license revoked.Stepmother stole an illustration I had drawn and used it in her own artwork without permission. I was credited, but I only found out after she had already won an award for her work. Her art is ugly as hell, btw.When I started college and my parents all came for a visit, I stupidly stayed up the night before. My mom caught me yawning and asked what was up. I told her the truth. Stepmother then immediately accused me of underage drinking, drug use, and partying in front of my mother, who knew I wasn’t lying.College graduation: My parents (all still trying to get along at that point) drove up together. There was a huge fight in the car because stepmom couldn’t hear what my mom and dad were talking about in the front seat. Then at my graduation dinner she called me a selfish brat in front of my proud parents. I was in the bathroom so I didn’t hear about it until afterward.Not too bad, right? But during all those years she’d “play” at being my mom. As in, she’d say she’d want to be a mother to me. Then when I’d leave my dad’s house, she’d make it so my dad couldn’t easily talk to me over the phone. He’d have the end the conversation quickly after she entered the room, or just wouldn’t talk about certain things.It got so bad that my dad and I talked less and less over the years because I couldn’t get him on the phone ever! And I avoided visiting just because I didn’t want to deal with her. My dad’s friends stayed away too unless they could handle her.Well, they moved to Vegas (her decision, it took him further away from all his family) and eventually separated. No legal separation or divorce because she was wealthier and didn’t want to have to pay spousal support.Then my dad got sick and died this past January. I was there in Vegas the last two times he was hospitalized. That’s when the real hell began. Here’s the highlight reel from the first time I went to see him in the hospital:First time I was picked up by my stepmom in Vegas. Immediately she turns the conversation to “what’s going to happen if he dies.” I’m 31 so I literally had no clue, but she wants me to decide everything NOW NOW NOW. I finally had to say we’d just have to figure it out when the time comes to get her to stop because it was making me so anxious. We didn’t know for sure that he wouldn’t recover from this, so I was just trying to focus on getting my dad better.During my whole stay, while my dad was recovering like a champ, she talked about one of Dad’s friends who she wanted to date. They’re separated, so it’s not like she can’t date the guy, but god it was so fucking awkward. She accused my dad’s girlfriend of trying to steal the guy out from under her.Dad’s final hospital stay: Unfortunately Dad landed in the ICU and once that happened it was quickly downhill. A ventilator and drugs were keeping him alive. My mom flew in to be with us and I planned to authorize the removal of life support shortly after she got there. When my stepmother finally showed up in the evening (remember she’s nocturnal), we spent hours arguing about my dad’s funeral arrangements because none were in place. My stepmother, who had inherited millions from her parents and millions in jewelry from her grandmother, cried poverty. My mom was ready to double up on the plot she had bought for herself just so there’d be some place to bury him. Jewish funerals have to happen fast. My dad’s siblings ultimately fought to have him buried at the same cemetery as my grandmother, which was crazy expensive, but they knew my dad had the money somewhere. (He did.)When the nurse told us she was giving my dad morphine so he wouldn’t be in pain at the very end my stepmother asked, “He won’t get addicted, will he?”She shoe-horned her grandchildren into my dad’s obituary. While he did like them, those kids are not related to my dad and he had become estranged from his son-in-law because of my dad and stepmother’s separation.A two weeks later, she was already hassling my mom and I to pay her back for the funeral. Again, I’m only 31 and like a lot of millennials, my savings were SHIT. I didn’t have any money. My mom hadn’t been married to my dad for 31 years, and therefore didn’t have any obligation to pay. The agreement had been to wait to see what my dad left and use that, but we were still within the 45 days before you can access the deceased person’s assets. My stepmother yelled at me for pushing my dad to keep, renovate, and rent a house he inherited in a lucrative area of LA. My mom and I did that so my dad would have income during the last few years of his life, but the house was now set to be inherited by me. According to her, if we had sold it, there would have been money to pay for the funeral. Well, if it had been sold, she would have gotten all the money, so in other words she was mad that I was getting the house and the money. Oh, and by this time everyone in our family knew my stepmother was getting hundreds of thousands of dollars from my dad’s estate.A few weeks after that, my mom and I had to take a business-related trip. Not what I wanted to be doing so soon after my dad died, but it was already on the calendar. While we were in New Zealand, literally halfway around the world, my stepmother continually e-mailed us demanding we pay for the funeral. Remember those hundreds of thousands of dollars, anyone?Before the trip she sent me a text about a bank account in my step-grandmother’s name (my dad’s stepmother who was wonderful and who I took care of towards the end of her life). My stepmother said I could have that account. When we came back, she had cleaned out the account and several others that had belong to my stepgran. She finally shut up about the funeral because she could access my dad’s money, including the hundreds of thousands.She filled a probate hearing in Nevada and mailed me five pages of the documents, not including the page with the list of assets she was asking for. We had to demand the list of assets from her. Turns out she was asking for my step-grandmother’s remaining bank accounts, all of which were legally mine. Plus her car, which just could have been switched to her name at the DMV or AAA for $25.That meant I had to plan a last minute trip to Vegas and come before a judge to tell him my stepmother had no right to these bank accounts. It was cancelled the morning I arrived in Vegas because she just sort of claimed a lot of stuff and didn’t give the probate court any evidence of debts or anything. I called my stepmother up to ask what the hell was going on, and she gave me this sob story about how she can’t afford to live on her own, but she can’t take my dad’s social security benefits because of her old teacher’s union pension or something. This is the woman who inherited millions from her own parents. Where the fuck is that money?During that same conversation, she tells me she intends to take my step-grandmother’s money to live off of.My mother and I consulted an attorney in Vegas because my stepmother and my dad had a joint trust. It stated that my dad’s assets were to be put in a trust for me, and that my stepmother would be able to live off the interest and dip into it for necessary expenses. My stepmother told (texted actually) me that she plans to take all of it to live off of, and if there’s anything left over, she’ll give it to her own son. (Yes, I’m planning to do something about this.)She keeps mailing my father’s bills to my mother and I. She has even switched a few things into our names to force us to pay them. It’s not that we can’t, but she’s got the majority of Dad’s money, so therefore she should be taking care of his debts with his money. Nope.Just this week, she’s been begging us to give her this foot massager my dad owned (I got his storage locker and other possessions from his girlfriend) for her new boyfriend (my dad’s friend from before). Except she won’t come to us to get it and we’re not planning to be in Vegas. If we mailed it, it would be destroyed. Yet every day we get texts about it…My stepmother is greedy, selfish, and honestly downright evil. I hated her before my dad died, but after his death it’s been so awful that I wish she would drop dead and put anyone who has to deal with her out of our misery.I used to pray that she would die before my dad to prevent exactly this sort of thing. I was so scared that she would neglect my dad in his old age when he was too unwell to care for himself. I’m half convinced that her lack of care around my dad was part of the reason his health was so poor and he developed the health problems that wound up killing him. She made him horribly depressed too.Thank goodness for his girlfriend who is an angel in comparison, and she was there for him at the end as much as she could handle.I miss my dad so much, and honestly sometimes I feel like the stress of the last few months dealing with his awful wife has meant that I haven’t been able to properly mourn him. Thank you for reading.Edit 8/5/20: Someone asked for an update to all this legal stuff. It’s not over, but it’s pretty much over and I’ve lived most of the year+ in peace since this post. We have to monitor what she’s doing with the trust. She’s tried to pull a few weird stunts like having us pay for my dad’s taxes and sending more bills.Mostly she just continues to be a weird person. You remember that guy she was talking about? They’re dating. She’s definitely the guy’s sugar mama. A few weeks ago she mailed me a bunch of junk that my dad held onto. It was all old papers of his and newspaper clippings of his accomplishments. I took charge of the unveiling ceremony and put together his tombstone. If I hadn’t done it, she would have only done it when pushed by family. And who knows what she would have put on the inscription. She unexpectedly paid for lunch for everyone afterward (maybe 12 of us), which was literally the first time I’ve ever seen her be so generous.I am happier the longer I don’t hear from her, and I look forward to the day she’s dead and gone.

Not really, unless that individual also has US citizenship and can qualify and obtain state credentials such as a driver’s license. Purchasing firearms under US law requires citizenship OR legal status as a resident alien. Does that prevent a Canadian from having some agreement with a friend to “share” one or more firearms? No. I know of Canadians who keep high capacity competition quality magazines with friends in the US. Of course some states probably would have hysterics at the thought.