Just In Case I Haven't Said How Much I Love Netflix In The Last 6 Hours...

So Netflix sends me this email...names one particular movie and asks me to respond with when I recieved it by clicking a link with the appropriate date. They send it Tuesday. Did I recieve it Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Later Than Saturday.

I recieved it Wednesday, silly Netflix.

I must say again, I've never been anything more than completely happy with Netflix. In about a year and a half, there has been one time that I didn't recieve the movie the very next day after they sent it to me. I recieved it the day after that.

If you're not already a member, go sign up. Tell 'em Fuego sent you. http://www.netflix.com

Actually, they could care less who sent you, they have no referral program so I get no benefit from it. I don't care. I *heart* Netflix anyway.

Is It Too Much To Ask...

for you to answer my questions correctly. And if for some reason you don't know the answe, say you don't know. Ask for clarification, ask me to explain better.For pete's sake, ANYTHING but lying to me and then putting your brother on the phone an hour later who finally gives me the correct information. We could have avoinded all this mess, not the least of it you getting all huffy and exasperated with me.

Another Random Story

Yesterday I was wandering around downtown, post-library. Stopped at the Baltimore Street lightrail stop...to catch the lightrail back up to the Cultural Center, I didn't feel like walking anymore with a backpack full of books. (I checked out a bunch of books.)

I'm standing there, waiting and reading my book of No Informative Value (TM). Some guy walks up to me, Stands in front of me and states for a minute. I do nothing at first. Then I look up and he looks kinda funny for a second and says "Where did we meet before?" To which I answered "I don't know that we did. We might have but I'm afraid you don't look familiar." He considers this for a miute and then walks on without saying a word and asks for a quarter.

About 30 seconds later, he comes back to me, pulls a Bible tract from his waist pack and holds it out to me. I say no thank you. He says "God bless you", "I say God bless you" and walks a short way down the line of people waiting for a the train, alternately offering Bible tracts and begging for change. Then he comes back to me and holds out another Bible tract, this one with two intertwined pink "female" symbols, and a title "What About Homosexual Marriage?"

He says "Maybe you'd like this better?"

I say "No, thank you."

He raises his voice a bit and says "But it's about Jesus! And salvation!"

I say "I understand. Thanks." And the train pulls up. And I get on it and go home.

That is all.