An Ode to Netflix
Netflix: Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways.
You drop movies into my mailbox as if by magic (or possibly, by postal service). You give me endless hours of fun updating my queue so that by the time I finish my 167 movies, I may have grandchildren. You keep trying to convince me that if I loved Buffy, I'll love "Farscape". I've never heard of "Farscape". But I'll forgive you the assumption that I'm dying to see "Cher: The Farewell Tour". Because you're going to send me many, many movies, without the Blockbuster-like audacity of assuming I'll pay $5.74 to borrow it for 48 hours.
Honestly.
In other news: Tomorrow is the first time I'm teaching 6 classes in a single day. Also, am giving my first pop quiz of the year.
You drop movies into my mailbox as if by magic (or possibly, by postal service). You give me endless hours of fun updating my queue so that by the time I finish my 167 movies, I may have grandchildren. You keep trying to convince me that if I loved Buffy, I'll love "Farscape". I've never heard of "Farscape". But I'll forgive you the assumption that I'm dying to see "Cher: The Farewell Tour". Because you're going to send me many, many movies, without the Blockbuster-like audacity of assuming I'll pay $5.74 to borrow it for 48 hours.
Honestly.
In other news: Tomorrow is the first time I'm teaching 6 classes in a single day. Also, am giving my first pop quiz of the year.