I'd probably cancel my Netflix subscription (the DVD by mail portion, anyway) tomorrow if it meant my cool, local video store would rise from the dead.  But Blockbuster?  There's no way I'm getting nostalgic for that shitty place.

Yeah, it seems that every December, Netflix's BBC content is always scheduled to disappear on New Year's Day, but then it doesn't.  The only problem with that is I've gotten complacent when I see stuff that's expiring soon.  Netflix is the Service Who Cried "We Are About to Lose the Rights to Stream Fawlty Towers.

Every time I read a news story (read: press release) bragging about how Hulu Plus or Amazon Prime has gotten the rights to some treasure trove of content, it's always a list of shows I can already watch on Netflix.

I was surprised to see that Crash had finally been dethroned from its #1 spot by The Blind Side.  People finally decided, "Stop telling us how racist we are!  Give us something to feel good about!"

The way it was meant to be seen!

FLAGGED for participating in the marketplace.

I watched that episode in a 6th-grade music class for some inexplicable reason.  I remember thinking, "Why doesn't she just load everybody into shopping carts and push them one by one into fallout shelters?  Easy as pie!"

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Wait a minute: if Party Down exists in Leslie Knope's universe, then who plays the main character?

If that ghost didn't want to be raped, she shouldn't have been dressed in that provocative sheet.

…And a Glee Club up in a treeeeeee.

Up top, brah!

@olivececile:disqus , this is totally unrelated to anything, but I heard a Go Go's song on my lunch break today and suddenly got what your name means.

Ghost rape, on the other hand, is comedy gold.

I love the idea of non-pregnant people reading a movie tie-in edition of What to Expect When You're Expecting on the subway or at the beach.

Well, it took 34 years, but I finally have a second track to put on my mixtape of songs about the Bay City Rollers.

Bonus Bonus Naval Observatory Tidbit: Henry Rollins's pre-Black Flag band S.O.A. would practice there because the drummer's dad was a high-ranking Navy officer who lived on the Observatory grounds.

Sexy Mummies!  Sexy Creature from the Black Lagoons!  Sexy Blobs!

I would like every vampire movie and tv series to begin with a guy dressed in a lab coat addressing the camera and explaining the rules for this particular type of vampire.

Duh-doy!