Another Netflix story… I made the mistake of finding Murder She Wrote on Netflix, and now I can’t look away. I mean, Jessica Fletcher is like a walking plague. 12 seasons of people dropping dead in every direction.
… I love it so much.
Twin Peaks is up next on the list.
I have to blame Tina for introducing me to Netflix. Blame, mostly because I already have a 4-days-long list of things to watch at this point.
The ability to “pause” and pick up again the next time, might be the most interesting part of the Netflix process for me. I can see this being v. useful to me, as I have the attention span of a bumblebee.
The downside (besides losing days of my life to this thing) is the lack of selection, sometimes even within the same completed universe (Stargate stands out). I’m not sure of the rhyme or reason behind what’s available….
Anyway, brb, watching the hilariously campy Dark Shadows revival (the tv show that turned me on to vampires back when I was all of 11.)
Then the 12 seasons of Murder She Wrote…. never sleeping again