Dear Netflix,
We’ve had some good times together. I remember when your red envelopes first freed me from the authoritarian grasp of Blockbuster, where friendly employees were as abundant as NC-17 movies. One of the first films I ordered through your service was Battleship Potemkin, the 1925 silent classic that would have been impossible to find in a Blockbuster store that carried 125 copies of Van Helsing. That’s why we cinephiles gravitated toward Netflix — you offered films we couldn’t rent anywhere else, and you provided an experience that was simple and cool.
And then you had to go and ruin a beautiful thing. READ FULL STORY »
Anybody else log in to Netflix this week and notice something was amiss? The site unveiled a new interface with a focus on instant streaming, an update which did away with sortable lists and instead showcases larger title images and a new click-less way of viewing movie options. If you’re like me, the biggest change is that your personalized ratings are no longer immediately viewable. (You want me to hover my mouse over this icon for 1.5 seconds before I can see how much I’ll like this movie? Unacceptable.)
After reports of air traffic controllers falling asleep on the job, it shouldn’t come as much a surprise to hear that another member of that illustrious trade was caught slacking off. This Sunday, an air traffic controller near Cleveland, Ohio was found out to be 
Netflix announced its quarterly earnings yesterday, and while I think we can all agree that a good old fashioned Q3 forward-facing financial statement is generally the bee’s knees, this one is even more interesting than usual: According to the CEO’s statement, “by every measure we are now a streaming company … a majority of our subs will watch more content streamed from Netflix than delivered by us on DVD.” 
