I generally don't ahem movies unless I can't get them legally. I do appreciate the trend toward making it easier to find aggregated options for viewing since I find it annoying to visit every service I subscribe to in order to find a streaming option.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
shrift - Nov 13, 2014 7:28:43 am PST #10383 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Burrell - Nov 13, 2014 7:33:56 am PST #10384 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
They've needed something like Where to Watch for a while now. I'm fine with ahemming but really I'm just into the convenience and the easy gratification, so you make that easy for me and I'm there.
Changed immediate gratification to easy gratification because I actually have a sickness where I can delay gratification indefinitely and that's bad for my mental health.
Burrell - Nov 13, 2014 7:35:32 am PST #10385 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Congrats on the new job, Gud!
tommyrot - Nov 13, 2014 7:41:50 am PST #10386 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Last night I got a computer message telemarketing call. It said something like, "We noticed you recently visited the website of an affiliate of ours and-"
I hung up at that point. That's kinda weird and disturbing, right? Getting a telemarketing call after visiting a website? Or is that common now?
I suppose they could be lying. Or else some sort of ad-tracking software noticed I visited the site and they matched me to a list of phone numbers somehow.
Sheryl - Nov 13, 2014 7:53:01 am PST #10387 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Got a flat tire this morning. Brought the car to the nearest service station. Took until 12:30 to get the car back.(Luckily they brought me back to my house and picked me up when things were done, else I would have been quite bored.) Took the rest of the day off work. Here I am.
Fred Pete - Nov 13, 2014 7:54:10 am PST #10388 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Congrats, Gudanov!
Calli - Nov 13, 2014 8:13:03 am PST #10389 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
The importance of planning your day: [link]
-t - Nov 13, 2014 8:14:40 am PST #10390 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I t heart that Wondermark. Really illuminates my relationship with my to do lists.
Congrats on the new job, Gud!
shrift - Nov 13, 2014 8:18:26 am PST #10391 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
That's kinda weird and disturbing, right? Getting a telemarketing call after visiting a website?
I have deep privacy concerns. It makes sense if you explicitly gave your telephone number to one of their affiliate websites, like signing up for a service, asking for an insurance quote, donating to charity, or anything else where there's a box saying something like "it's okay for partners to contact me".
If you haven't done that, then your ISP could be evil.
I mean, they're all evil, but business practices may vary.
brenda m - Nov 13, 2014 8:24:25 am PST #10392 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
It cracks me up sometimes how in sync my sister and I are. We'll frequently go off to get dressed in the morning without seeing each other and come out in nearly identical outfits. That kind of thing.
Texts this morning:
Her: So, what are you doing Sunday? Me: Going to a football game?
Sure enough, her ex offered us his season tix for this weekend. Which never happens, even when they were together.