Honest, Netflix, I would have wanted to watch this anyway. You didn't have to scare the shit out of me with the Brian DePalma music.

Next we're going to find out that this Christian group was somehow involved with Jeffey Epstein's plan to combine his DNA with 20 captive slavegirls to create a Nietzschean super race, because all these fucking people know each other. I just found out Stephen Hawking was pals with Brian Epstein. That was a shock. Woody Allen? Less shocking.

After a couple months of downtime, I just signed up for Netflix again, and it's starting to feel like a decline. They raised the price and there's very little new material, even though I just combed the site for 30 minutes. Objectively, access to a high quality library this size: Breaking Bad, Dexter, Nurse Jackie, and the West Wing. is a good value at 8.95, but I'm used to being dazzled, and that's not happening. There are new episodes of Orange is the New Black, but that became unappetizing after Trump got elected, and the Old Black became the New Black. Couldn't take it anymore. Same for House of Cards. In fact, House of Cards became depressing on more than one level.

Well, in two weeks, there will finally be new episodes of Mindhunter.