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2007-11-10 - 8:35 p.m.

Squealing

When I finally crawled into bed about 8 am the other morning (don't ask), I had a fabulous dream wherein Jennifer Lopez shot herself in the back of the head.

Right as I was pointing out the wound to a friend, telling her the bloody mess reminded me of a taco, J. Lo sat straight up and asked what happened. My friend walked over and finished her off with a baseball bat.

Do I have the best dreams, or WHAT?

*evil cackle*

In other (evil) news, I finally managed to watch all the episodes of Dexter: Season 1 from Netflix. Only took FOUR FUCKING WEEKS, since they so conveniently mail you only ONE DISC from the 4 volume set at a time. Yes, I could sign up to receive more discs at a time, but really, must I go to such drastic measures?

At any rate, I'd gotten used to spending 2-3 hours watching each disc, then running off as fast as my wee legs could carry me to mail it back, meanwhile crossing my fingers about getting the next one by the weekend.

All was going according to plan: I only had one more disc to receive. Netflix had been good about not inexplicably taking three days to process the last one sent back to a town only an hour away.

When the last disc arrived on Thursday, I did a giddy jig at the mailbox (SQUEE!) and scampered back to my apartment. Hours of creepy enjoyment lay ahead! After walking my two messy creatures o' fur with big pleading eyeballs, who, by the way, have NO appreciation for dramas about serial killers, I gingerly opened the envelope only to discover that disc 4 contained not 3...not 2...but ONE episode. And, um, "bonus material." (two episodes of a show I'd never heard of).

What the GOOD GOLLY FUCK-ALL, people? I waited nearly a week for ONE LAST EPISODE? Which could've been squished onto disc 3? Are you kidding me with this shit?

Ok, well, perhaps it's a two hour finale...

But NO!

56 minutes! WOW! Plus two episodes of a show that I have no desire to get hooked on, because there goes another MONTH OF MY GODDAMNED LIFE.

Sheesh-a-mighty.

As it turned out though, the episode was quite thrilling with a wonderful twist (squeeee!), and I wound up hostessing that night on SL anyhoo, so it all worked out. Not to mention that I knew Season 2 was available to "watch instantly" on the Netflix site.

Or so I THOUGHT.

I checked Netflix today, only to discover Season 2 is NO LONGER AVAILABLE to watch instantly. And guess what? It's not available on disc either! To make matters even more wonderful, they don't know WHEN it will be available.

What?

The?

Hell?

So I did what any red-blooded American woman would do. I reordered my queue to put Farinelli in the next spot. A foreign film I've wanted to watch for years, all about one of the most famous Italian castrato singers of the 18th century.

*Puts down butter knife and cancels ticket to fly to the Netflix headquarters*

For now.