Analysts Offer Insights on Communication Services Companies: Netflix (NFLX) and Nintendo Co (OtherNTDOF)
There's a lot to be optimistic about in the Communication Services sector as 2 analysts just weighed in on Netflix (NFLX – Research Report) and Nintendo Co (NTDOF – Research Report) with bullish sentiments.
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Netflix (NFLX)
Jefferies analyst James Heaney CFA reiterated a Buy rating on Netflix yesterday and set a price target of $1400.00. The company's shares closed last Friday at $1241.48.
According to TipRanks.com, CFA is a 5-star analyst with an average return of 23.3% and a 49.5% success rate. CFA covers the NA sector, focusing on stocks such as Universal Music Group, Warner Music Group, and Walt Disney.
Netflix has an analyst consensus of Strong Buy, with a price target consensus of $1227.06, which is a -2.6% downside from current levels. In a report issued on May 29, Evercore ISI also maintained a Buy rating on the stock with a $1350.00 price target.
Nintendo Co (NTDOF)
In a report released yesterday, Atul Goyal from Jefferies reiterated a Buy rating on Nintendo Co, with a price target of Yen20220.00. The company's shares closed last Friday at $83.40.
According to TipRanks.com, Goyal is a 5-star analyst with an average return of 14.8% and a 69.6% success rate. Goyal covers the NA sector, focusing on stocks such as Square Enix Holdings Co, SoftBank Group, and Capcom Co.
Currently, the analyst consensus on Nintendo Co is a Moderate Buy with an average price target of $92.07, representing a 10.9% upside. In a report issued on June 2, Nomura also maintained a Buy rating on the stock with a Yen14800.00 price target.
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I became mostly responsible for myself at 21 when I graduated college, but I had to move back home in between jobs a few times in my early 20s (this was very normal in my industry), and did not become fully financially responsible until I turned 26 and started paying for my own health insurance. My parents are definitely my financial safety net, and I think they would send me a couple months of rent if I really needed it, but after the last time I moved out when I was 25 my mom told me I would not be allowed to move home again. Do you or have you ever received passive or inherited income? If yes, please explain. My parents paid for my college education and bought me a used car my senior year that I still own today. Day One: Monday 8:30 a.m. — I wake up to my best friend's cat meowing loudly in my face. I flew to spend the weekend with my friend L. for her birthday and am working from her apartment today before flying back to DC tonight (Monday night flights were significantly cheaper than Sunday). I wearily get up and feed the cat breakfast, then curl back up on the couch to scroll for a bit. 9 a.m. — L. emerges from her room and I pour us iced coffees (we put hot coffee in the fridge the day before) while we map out our calls for the day and figure out if we can eat lunch together (we can't). I go to the bathroom and discover that my period has arrived two days early, what a delight! I take some preventative ibuprofen and then head back to the kitchen to figure out breakfast. L. unearths some severely misshapen homemade everything bagels from her freezer so I make us bodega-style egg sandwiches with some sharp cheddar I find in her fridge. 10 a.m. — I start my day with a Teams call about a very large grant application we are writing, which is due in two weeks. My boss and I worked our butts off last week to get a full first draft ready, and today we're sending it to our organization's leadership to get their feedback. A trusted colleague read the draft over the weekend and has some feedback that we decide to incorporate before sending it for review, so I put in headphones, blast some indie pop music, and lock in for the next two hours to make some edits. 12:30 p.m. — I lead my weekly cross-team check-in for the main project I'm in charge of and go over our priorities for this week (we're preparing for a big activation next month). Our communications director tells me that our CEO vetoed a key part of our plans on Friday, and adds me to a meeting with him later today to discuss. This week is off to a great start. 1:30 p.m. — My period is now fully here and my whole body feels like molten lava. 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Why do they need an external (male) consultant to confirm what I already told them is the best course of action? 6 p.m. — I'm still at my desk but losing steam when I get a call from my friend J., who got out of work early and wanted to call and yap on her way home! She lives across the country and I haven't seen her IRL since my birthday last year. We don't have any friends' weddings or built-in reasons to see each other this year, so we talk through our upcoming travels and lives and land on a possible visit in November, which is still SO far away. 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I feel like I'm always the one who plans the fun things and buys the tickets (see above), so I find myself feeling some feelings about not having to be the one to do that with him. 11:30 p.m. — I do my full dental (floss, brush, mouthwash) and skin care routines (cleanser, retinol, moisturizer) and the NYT crossword before falling asleep around midnight. Daily Total: $77 Day Three: Wednesday 7 a.m. — I wake up to terrible period cramps. The worst should be over by now! Why is this still happening! I take some ibuprofen and chug some water before trying to go back to sleep, but I end up tossing and turning in pain for another hour. I message my boss that I'm not feeling well and will be remote today after all (we usually go into our office together on Wednesdays), then turn off my alarms and finally fall back asleep around 8 a.m. 10 a.m. — I wake up again and check my phone — boss says to take the time I need, so I go back to sleep again. 11 a.m. — I wake up a third time, finally feeling okay and ready to seize the day. I let my boss know I am alive and online now, answer several Slacks and emails from bed, then take a quick shower and turn into a real person. As annoying as my job can be sometimes, I feel very lucky to have such a supportive boss and a flexible remote work environment. 11:45 a.m. — My stomach is still craving comfort food, so I make some Annie's mac and cheese for lunch. I don't have any milk, so I sub in some Greek yogurt and it's super creamy and delicious. 12 p.m. — I finally sit down at my desk to start my workday for real: I lock in to review grant application feedback and prep for a big external call I'm leading tomorrow. 2 p.m. — I meet with my boss and a few other department heads to prep for a 4 p.m. meeting with our senior leadership, where we're hoping to walk through all the feedback they gave us on our first draft and get aligned on what needs to change for the second (and hopefully final) draft. 4 p.m. — No one agrees on anything! Senior leaders are offering contradictory feedback and disagreeing with each other in the Zoom chat. Our CEO didn't even read past the second page but has very strong opinions that outweigh everyone else's anyway! I hate it here. 5 p.m. — Slack huddle with my boss where we do a primal scream and then come up with a game plan to better manage our internal stakeholders for the second draft. I make some tea and start in on resolving comments and incorporating the lower stakes feedback and suggestions. 7 p.m. — I finally log off and make a vaguely Mediterranean salmon and couscous Blue Apron meal, but somehow manage to slice my thumb on my knife while cutting an onion, which I haven't done in years. I'm so annoyed as I clean the cut and bandage myself up, but then I watch an episode of Chopped while I eat and see a professional cut themselves too, and feel less bad about it. 8 p.m. — I text a little bit with T., and then force myself to temper my expectations and do some swiping and messaging on Hinge as well. I agree to get coffee with a cute British man on Sunday, then I realize that my only plans for this weekend are dates, which is a problem. I text my friend R. to fix that and we make plans to make dinner together Sunday night. 9 p.m. — My social calendar is looking a little light next week as well, so I decide to host some people at my apartment to celebrate Purim, a minor Jewish holiday, next weekend. I send out a Partiful invite to 10ish friends to come over and make hamantaschen cookies and drink wine. I told people in the event description to BYOF (bring your own filling) so I go on Amazon and put some food safe markers in my cart so we can label the cookies by flavor as we go. 10 p.m. — Now that my period is finally dying down, my body is craving movement. I turn on a 30-minute yoga flow on YouTube, but I'm struggling because I can't put any weight on my right thumb. 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He actually read like 60% of the draft last night and understands the constraints of the grant requirements better now, but stands by some of his bigger picture feedback about the scope and scale of the project we're proposing. I debrief with my boss afterwards and she says she'll take the lead on incorporating his feedback. 10:30 a.m. — I make fried eggs with sriracha on sourdough toast from my freezer and pour some cold brew from the La Colombe cold brew box I keep in my fridge. It's running a little low, so I add it to the running shopping list I keep in my Notes app. 11 a.m. — More prep for my call this afternoon and a check-in with our digital team to give them a heads up about some needs we'll have for the activation next month. 3:30 p.m. — The monthly call I host with a bunch of partner organizations goes really well! Then I see that grandboss has messaged me to see if I'm going to a key partner's happy hour later. 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I get a very generous pour of white wine and we mill around for a bit, grabbing passed hors d'oeuvres and introducing each other to people who stop by to say hi. 6:15 p.m. — Over the next hour I chit chat about how bad everything is with a few colleagues at similar nonprofits, several more former federal workers, and a guy at a scrappy advocacy org, who asks if my organization 'has any cash you could throw our way' (??). By 6:15 p.m. the room has thinned out a little and I decide it's time to head home. My bus ride home is free since I'm within two hours of my last fare. 7 p.m. — One of my college friends, P., texts that she finally has a start date for her new job, and it's next week! 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He's been the one to suggest all the places/plans to this point, so I look up some restaurants near the venue and send him a couple options to choose from, including a Mexican place I've been meaning to try. 9:30 a.m. — I don't have anything on my work calendar until 12 p.m., so I use my morning for some digital housekeeping — cleaning out my inbox, installing computer updates, etc. I eat some of my leftover Blue Apron dinner from last night (a rice bake with chorizo, tomato, and spinach) for breakfast. 10:30 a.m. — T. texts back that he's down for the Mexican place and just made a reservation. He offers to pick me up and drive us both there, which I accept. I find it odd that he keeps driving to our dates, especially in a city where public transit is pretty good and Ubers are cheap, but for where we're going tonight it definitely makes things easier. 11 a.m. — My boss sends me her updated grant application draft, and I read through her edits. I add a few comments here and there but it looks pretty good to me. 12 p.m. — My organization has hired an outside facilitator to lead an all-staff workshop on how to manage news/social media stress in these trying times. Normally I'd roll my eyes at this kind of thing, but I really like this particular facilitator. He shares some research about the mental and physical health impacts of doomscrolling and constant news consumption, then leads us in a discussion about steps we can take to limit our news intake, while still keeping up with what's required for our jobs and being an active citizen. We end with a gratitude practice and I find myself tearing up a little bit. It's been a hard couple months in DC and while I find my job frustrating day to day, I'm grateful to have a job at all, let alone a job full of people who are still trying to make things better, even as so much of our work is being torn apart. 1 p.m. — Last grant check-in of the week! My boss walks through the changes she made to the draft with a smaller group of us (no senior leadership) and we work through everyone's feedback live, so we can send the second draft back to leadership this afternoon. 2 p.m. — I eat the rest of my leftovers and tie up a few more loose ends from the week. I send grandboss a recap of some of my conversations from yesterday's happy hour, and she lets me know that she got our CEO back on board with our original plans for my project's activation. That's great to hear, because I already announced those plans to 50 people on yesterday's call, oops. 4 p.m. — Uh oh, my boss is calling me at 4 p.m. on a Friday. Never a good sign! She tells me that grandboss just called her because she started looking through the new application draft and doesn't feel like it's reflecting her feedback. I look in the doc and she is actively making in-line edits, which we asked people not to do at this stage. My boss and I talk it through and decide that we're simply done trying to make everyone happy and if grandboss wants to just rewrite entire sections, that's fine, and that's what we'll submit next week. 4:45 p.m. — I close my laptop, put on some Sabrina Carpenter for good flirty vibes, and start to get ready for my date! I style my hair, do my makeup, and put on a little black dress, sheer black tights, and chunky black boots. My biggest beauty splurge in the last year was a perfume from Dior, so I add a spritz of that and I'm out the door. 5:45 p.m. — T. picks me up and we debrief our weeks on the way to dinner. He works for a federal agency and tells me about which of his colleagues got laid off since our last date, and I tell him about the much less serious quotidian nonsense of my job as I continue to get Slack notifications from comments in the Google doc. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and we both agree on no more work talk once we get out of the car. 6 p.m. — I picked an excellent restaurant and dinner is delicious. We get margs and chips and guac to start, then we each get a couple tacos and esquites to share. We contemplate some churros for dessert, but decide to pass so we can get to the venue a little early and get good seats. T. sneakily pays for dinner while I'm in the bathroom, and I have no idea how much it was. 7:30 p.m. — The venue for this show is actually a classic DC rowhome converted into an event space, so we enter through an alley in the back and are immediately transported into a moody, candlelit, exposed brick, black box-type space. We go scope things out and put our jackets down to claim two seats, then head to the makeshift bar in the back. The drinks are 'free' but there are 'suggested donations' listed, so I scan the Venmo QR code and insist on paying, since he paid for dinner. $20 9 p.m. — There are two groups performing tonight, and the opener was amazing! It's unreal how much local talent there is in DC. We get another round of drinks during the break between sets and I pay again, over T.'s objections. $20 10:30 p.m. — The show wraps up, and we linger to say hi to T.'s friend who played in the second act. He introduces us to the other musicians, and T. ends up buying the vocalist's solo album on vinyl. As we head back to the car, I'm thinking quickly about when and where to make a move, because we still haven't kissed! So when we get back to his car and he goes to open the passenger door for me, I pause and turn around. He asks if I want a hand getting in, and I say no, I want you to come here and kiss me, and he does :) I was manifesting a dimly lit side street makeout against a car door tonight and absolutely nailed my vision!! 11 p.m. — T. drives me home and parks around the corner so he can kiss me again and walk me to my building. Seems like I wasn't the only one scheming on where to make a move tonight. Part of me wants to invite him up, but it feels too soon, so I just say goodnight and suggest we do this again sometime, to which he says 'Definitely' and kisses me one last time. When I get into my apartment I flop onto my bed and text L. that I think I just went on a perfect date?? She is out with some friends but responds immediately, demanding details. Debriefing a good date with your best friend is a top tier girlhood experience and the perfect way to end the night. Daily Total: $40 Day Six: Saturday 9 a.m. — My alarm goes off and I am not ready to get up. I stayed up way too late texting with my friends about my perfect date and definitely did not drink enough water before I went to bed. People make jokes about turning 30 and not being able to drink anymore, but three drinks in one evening really does hit different at this age :( I set a new alarm for 10 a.m. and go back to sleep, then keep snoozing it until I absolutely have to get up. 10:45 a.m. — I finally haul myself out of bed and get ready to leave the house. I need to eat something, but I can't figure out what. I improvise a smoothie with some frozen mango, Greek yogurt, coconut milk, and honey — it's not bad, but it's also not good. I force myself to sip on it while I get dressed, then race out the door. 11:30 a.m. — I get to my facial appointment exactly on time but I'm a little flustered from speed walking over here. I finally start to relax once I'm lying down and talking through my goals with the esthetician, and the next 50 minutes fly by. I almost fall asleep during one of the masks but manage to keep it together and decline when she suggests we add a red light treatment for $50 extra. 12:30 p.m. — I check out at the front desk and also decline to become a monthly member or to buy any additional products to take home. My final total is $114 + a 20% tip. $136.80 12:45 p.m. — I need to go grocery shopping and am tempted to stop into Trader Joe's on my way home, but I haven't made a list and should not go in there hungry and without a plan. Instead, I stop into a café and get a chicken salad sandwich and an iced tea. $21.60 1:15 p.m. — I drink most of my iced tea on the walk home and then eat half my sandwich while watching my baseball team play a meaningless spring training game. I spend the rest of the afternoon watching baseball, napping, writing my MD, and having phone time. I text T. a couple photos/videos I took at the show last night and cancel my other first date for tomorrow (I just wasn't that excited about it and wanted to focus on T.!). I really want one (1) new cute casual dress for spring, so I do the sensible thing and order three (3) from Tuckernuck with the high hopes that one of them will end up working. (Update: They were all terrible and I got two dresses for $40 from Old Navy instead to satisfy my new sundress craving.) $345 5 p.m. — I eat the other half of my sandwich and make a grocery list. I order two more cold brew fridge packs ($61.20). I text my friend R. some ideas for dinner tomorrow night, and we land on a Smitten Kitchen recipe for roasted veggies and halloumi (she's vegetarian), plus I decide I want to make chocolate chip cookies. We'll do a full catchup tomorrow, but I tell R. I had a great third date last night, and it turns out she also had a great second date last night! Dating can get so demoralizing so you gotta get excited when there's something to be excited about, and I'm proud of us for continuing to put ourselves out there. $61.20 6 p.m. — The sun goes down and I realize just how excited I am for daylight savings to start tomorrow — 7 p.m. sunsets are going to change the game! When the weather's nice I love to go outside and read after work, so I decide to hype myself up for this seasonal change by starting a new book tonight. I go shopping on my bookshelf and pick up The Mythmakers by Keziah Weir. 8 p.m. — My high school friend F. texts me out of the blue asking how I feel about one-shoulder dresses. I am officiating her wedding this summer and she wants to send over some dress ideas. The wedding is several months away, but I know that the sooner I buy a dress, the sooner I will lift one tiny piece of wedding anxiety off her shoulders, so we spend the next hour looking at dresses online and sending options back and forth. I love F. very much, but she keeps sending dresses that simply won't work on my body, or that don't go up to my size. I eventually find a dress on Nordstrom's website that we both really like and that has inclusive sizing! I order a size 16 and 18 so I can try both on, and cross my fingers that I'm able to nail this fashion assignment on the first try (note: I did not nail it on the first try and had to return these, but I found a great dress we both love for $250 a few weeks later!). $527.88 11 p.m. — I spend the rest of my evening alternating between reading my book (which is off to a slow but interesting start) and mindless TikTok time, then do my bedtime routines and fall asleep around midnight. Daily Total: $1092.48 Day Seven: Sunday 10 a.m. — I didn't set an alarm and am surprised that I slept in until 10 a.m., until I remember we lost an hour to daylight savings. After a delightful rot day yesterday, today is the day I get my shit together! I get up and put on Lady Gaga's new album while I shower, to kickstart the day. 11 a.m. — This new album SLAPS. I sort and start my laundry, then literally stop in my tracks when I hear 'How Bad Do U Want Me' for the first time. Did she put drugs in this song?? I put it on repeat so I can start learning the lyrics while loading my dishwasher and cleaning out my fridge. I make chimichurri scrambled eggs on sourdough toast and drink some cold brew, then head out to the grocery store. 12 p.m. — Whole Foods run! I get bananas, lemons, parsley, dill, thyme, scallions, cauliflower, brussels sprouts, sweet potatoes, celery, onions, baby carrots, halloumi, Laughing Cow cheese, chicken breasts, eggs, bread, coconut milk, Annie's mac and cheese, vanilla extract, and fancy dark chocolate baking discs. I'm so distracted by Lady Gaga's perfect pop album that at one point I put my items in someone else's cart and a confused older gentleman has to tap me on the shoulder and politely point this out. Doing great! $121.77 1 p.m. — Home from the grocery and my baseball team is back on. I unpack my groceries, move my laundry along, put some bone-in chicken breasts in the oven to roast, and make my cookie dough so it can rest in the fridge for a few hours. I decide to go all in and make the NYT adobo chocolate chip cookies, which are literally the best cookies I've ever made. 5 p.m. — The rest of the afternoon is a haze of laundry, baseball, making chicken salad and stock, snacking on baby carrots, texting with T., and chopping veggies for dinner tonight. Around 5 p.m. I finally strain the stock and pour it into containers for the fridge/freezer, throw my last load of towels in the dryer, then pack up all the veggies and cookie dough to drive over to R.'s house. 5:30 p.m. — I am greeted at R.'s apartment by her very excitable dog, S. I have gone back and forth on getting a pet for years, but for now at least, I'm content to just hang out with my friends' pets when I need a good animal snuggle and keep my home free of lovable chaos demons. R. pours us some wine, I throw the veggies and halloumi in the oven, and we head to her building's roof to soak up the extra hour of sunshine. 6:30 p.m. — Dinner is served and we're so excited to eat al fresco on the roof, but as soon as the sun sets it gets too cold, so we head back down to R.'s apartment and put the cookies in the oven. They turn out SO good it's unbelievable. 7:30 p.m. — Cookie time turns into dog snuggles and anxiety time: R. tells me about her organization's recent layoffs in response to frozen government funding and how nervous she is about her job stability, and I tell her about how nervous I am for my doctor's appointment tomorrow. I have been dealing with chronic pelvic pain for years, and have finally started seeking treatment for it. Pelvic floor physical therapy and hormone therapy have literally changed my life over the last year, and tomorrow I'm doing a round of pelvic floor Botox injections (similar to when people get Botox for migraines or TMJ). I get super anxious for doctor's appointments, so my mom is coming into town for the day to go with me and drive me home. R. offers to come over after she leaves if I need additional support or dog snuggles, which I will probably not take her up on but appreciate anyway. We divvy up leftovers and hug it out before I leave. 9 p.m. — I get home and call my parents for our weekly catchup call and to go over logistics with my mom for tomorrow. I'm taking a half-day off work and will pick her up from the train station on the way to my appointment. Turns out my dad also has a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get a cortisone shot in his shoulder, but I guess he's a big boy and can go by himself. 9:30 p.m. — I change into PJs and turn Lady Gaga back on to motivate me to put all my laundry away and clean up the kitchen from all my earlier cooking projects, then I start the dishwasher and the new episode of The White Lotus. I feel like it's just starting to get interesting, and I'm excited to see where the rest of the season goes. 11 p.m. — I settle in to do some dilator therapy to put some extra stretch into my pelvic floor muscles before tomorrow. I remind myself of how far I've come, and how blessed I am to have a stable job and the financial resources to pursue treatment that is largely not covered by insurance. I spent over $5,000 last year on medical bills that insurance didn't cover, and this year I'm really hoping that doesn't exceed the $3,500 I'm saving through my healthcare FSA. The appointment tomorrow will be $1,350, and I really hope it's worth it (update: It went well, but not as dramatic of an improvement as I thought there might be). 11:30 p.m. — I clean my dilators, do my bedtime dental and skin care routines, and then put on a Spotify 'Sleep' playlist to ease my anxious brain into sleep. The Breakdown Conclusion 'Other than the hundreds of dollars spent on dresses I ended up returning anyway, this was a pretty normal week of spending for me! It's a little hard to read back and see how much my pelvic pain impacted my week and how excited I was about T. (we ended things a few weeks later) but I'm thrilled to report I have since found the perfect dress for my friend's wedding and the Botox did help a little bit! This is my third year in a row keeping a Money Diary for the same week in March (I didn't submit last year's for publication, though) and it's cool to see these snapshots in time and how my little spending habits have changed (or not) year over year.'
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Analysts Offer Insights on Consumer Cyclical Companies: Mercadolibre (MELI) and Thor Industries (THO)
Analysts have been eager to weigh in on the Consumer Cyclical sector with new ratings on Mercadolibre (MELI – Research Report) and Thor Industries (THO – Research Report). Confident Investing Starts Here: Mercadolibre (MELI) In a report issued on June 6, Andrew R. Ruben from Morgan Stanley maintained a Buy rating on Mercadolibre, with a price target of $2850.00. The company's shares closed last Friday at $2482.39. Ruben has an average return of 26.1% when recommending Mercadolibre. According to Ruben is ranked #1095 out of 9627 analysts. Currently, the analyst consensus on Mercadolibre is a Strong Buy with an average price target of $2889.58, a 13.8% upside from current levels. In a report issued on May 29, Bank of America Securities also maintained a Buy rating on the stock with a $3000.00 price target. Roth MKM analyst Scott Stember maintained a Hold rating on Thor Industries today and set a price target of $77.00. The company's shares closed last Friday at $86.56. According to Stember is a 4-star analyst with an average return of 8.4% and a 59.0% success rate. Stember covers the NA sector, focusing on stocks such as Standard Motor Products, Camping World Holdings, and Winnebago Industries. Currently, the analyst consensus on Thor Industries is a Hold with an average price target of $89.20, implying a 2.8% upside from current levels. In a report issued on June 5, Truist Financial also maintained a Hold rating on the stock with a $86.00 price target.
