Oh, my dear.
The time we’ve spent together has been the greatest.
I've loved hanging out with you, etc.
But with this new found technology I think we need to talk.
Here’s the deal. There is just not enough time in the day.
Lost is my number one priority right now, as is Weeds, Parks and Rec, and Breaking Bad.
You try to communicate with me at the worst possible times.
My PS3 controller turned off during 30 Rock and now I have to get all uncomfortable and turn it back on.
Can’t you see I’m busy and that I simply cannot answer my phone?
And your solution… Nay. Your “solution” of me simply reading the plots on Wikipedia has cut me to the core and you have crossed the line.
Yes, it would save time. It would also be the worst thing ever.
It’s clear that we are not compatible.
It’s not you, it’s Netflix.