10/06/2006

Damn you Netflix


So I've become a serious shut-in lately. I've always been a touch anti-social but lately its been out of hand. And as I mentioned in my (not at all gay) Kiefer Sutherland post earlier, Netflix is a serious enabler. But the problem is, once you get hooked, the product quality slides in a serious way. There's rarely a disc I receive that doesn't skip, pause, or just simply refuse to play. And with a show like 24, its the 4th episode that refuses to play. And, according to a computer nerd at work, this actually makes sense because the later information on a DVD is stored near the outer edges of the disc, the regions more prone to scratches, wear and tear. At any rate, this sucks. So I'm in the midst of season 4 when, faithfully, disc 3 decides to not play its 4th episode. So, I file a complaint with Netflix who ships me a replacement disc. But when I opened my latest mailing, what's in the envelope for 24 - Season 4 Disc 3, SENTINEL! A movie that stars Kiefer Sutherland. Clearly, someone at Netflix HQ doth have a sense of humor. But I am hella pissed.

10/05/2006

Boxing Day

Just got my laundry back from the cleaners and it contains a pair of boxer-briefs that aren't mine. How do I know they're not mine, you ask? I've never owned a pair of boxer briefs IN MY LIFE. The question I have for you, sports fans, is what to do with them. Wearing them is out of the question (well now it is - I kicked the idea around for about a nanosecond). So throw them away or return them to the cleaners? I mean, how're the good people at the cleaners going to track down the rightful owners? Or should I just throw them away?