It was bad enough when she joined Netflix using his/my e-mail address: but now that she’s quit, Netflix is sending her/me two, three, sometimes four e-mails a day begging her to return.
Apparently you can quit the Mob (or Heath Ledger) easier than you can quit Netflix.
The funny thing is, Netflix provided me with a link with which I can re-instate her membership using her credit card number. I am tempted.
(I’m not sure whether I can use this same backdoor to get her credit card number, but it wouldn’t surprise me)
with old comics that are funny despite possibly being offensive (or cringeworthy) by today’s standards?
My best option seems to be setting up IfYouPlanToPassJudgmentOnPeopleWhoFindTheseFunnyJustDon’tLogOn.com
Alternately, have you ever dressed up as a comic strip character?
Okay, I’m being over-conservative here and moving this to the Arlo Page for language.
From an online article:
When [Rod] Serling started the opening credit narration in 1959, he initially said that there were six dimensions, but to avoid backlash, they changed it to five. “There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call the Twilight Zone.”
Backlash over “six dimensions”?
Any guesses what’s going on here?
If this is what appears to be, whatever that is, it seems to contradict the story, discussed here recently, that Dunkin’ is responsible for the spelling shift from “doughnuts” to “donuts”: Dunkin’ began in 1950.