Ah, Netflix. Killer of brick-and-mortar video stores; red-jacketed savior of people having a crappy day who come home to find that at least there's a decent flick waiting for them. These days, the rent-by-mail company offers around 100,000 tiles, sends out some 1.9 million discs per day (another 10,000 movies are available for instant download) — and passed the billion-discs-shipped mark last February.
And the outfit is quite efficient: According to the company, some 96% of customers clicking around the site receive their movies the next day. This basically means, barring some major mail-ending catastrophe in your ZIP code (in which case, hoarding nonperishable food and bottled water may be a more pressing concern than seeing Will Smith's most recent magnum opus), any disc ordered on a Monday morning will most likely appear in your mailbox by Tuesday — unless all copies are at far-away distribution hubs, which occasionally adds a day or two to the delivery date.
Yeah, if the engine's so great, why does it keep telling me I want to watch
Great Expectations? Also, I don't like old movies. You'd think that would be figured out. And I honestly like Canadian TV, which, yes, features a high percentage of transvestitism, but I'd swear that 'flix was trying to force me to watch movies like
the Iron Ladies. I mean, I'm not the type to read into things, but damn.
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