Monday, September 29, 2008
Tim and I just had an argument about our netflix queue. Yes really. That's pretty sad, isn't it? Makes me miss the good old days when we went to the video store and would have to settle for something we both didn't NOT want to watch because they didn't have anything other than 50 copies of each blockbuster. Or we'd rent another old Woody Allen because that man has made over 40 movies and I love 90% of them. But now it's been eons since we've seen a Woody Allen because we have Netflix where we put all the movies we want to see. Correction: Tim finds all the movies he wants to see and I bitch about them. This happens mostly because Netflix freezes up on me whenever I try to use it and because I don't even know how he finds out about new movies. I think he must spend a quarter of the day doing it because he has some weird shit on there that I've never heard of. And which I complain about when I get an email that it is on its way to arriving at my door. Which gets a "then reorder the queue." Which I just did. So hopefully after we watch the weird stuff we have now, I'll actually get to watch some normal movies!