There's a phenomenon with things like NetFlix and Napster (when it was good). At first you have high-in-the-sky apple pie hopes. "I'm going to watch some foriegn films and documentaries I can't get at BlockBuster or whatever", you lie to yourself, or you say "time to download the punk rock classics". You do it for about two months. Then you start to remember all the movies you always wanted to see or songs you used to love. You rent The Dirty Dozen, the Great Escape, Bull Durham. You download the Pixies, Black Flag, old Devo albums, and everything is cool.

Then, about 3 months pass and your standards start to fall. "You know what movie I haven't seen in a long time?", you say. "Honey I Shrunk the Kids!" And it comes in the mail and everything starts to go to shit. Before you know it, you're sitting around alone watching "Over the Top" with Sylvester Stallone and it's NOT as a joke, or you suddenly think getting a techo remix of Cameo's "Word Up" is a really good idea.

This kind of chain of events led is to sit down at 6:30 last night and watch "The Butterfly Effect". The conversation leading up to us adding "The Butterfly Effect" to our Netflix queue probably went like this:

Jana: HAY DIDN'T UR PARANTS SAY TEH BUTTERFLY EFFECT WAS PRETTY GOOD?
(I always imagine us talking this way when we're about to do something really stupid)
Matt: YEAH I THINK THEY SAID IT WAS KEWL ADD IT DOOD!@
(In fact, I believe the exact thing my mom said was "Eh, it was okay"
Jana: ADDED LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!!@~!

When it came in the mail I knew we had made a mistake. I checked the outside of the package for any clue what was inside, but luckily there was no indication to our mail handlers that we had rented something so awful.