Queue Tips

Given what you know of me, or what you think you know of me, based on either your perception of me via my online “persona” or your interpretation of me via my offline persimmon, tell me what you think I should rent next on Netflix. Sure, I have quite a line-up waiting in my queueueueueueueueueueueueueue (12 extra “ue”s, in case you’re wondering) (it is physically impossible for me to just leave that word alone with the mere two “ue”s it was born with — in fact, even as I look at the title of this, the most exciting post in all of blogdom, my fingers linger over the keyboard and itch to crash over its keys a la syphillis-ravaged Schubert in a particularly maniacal mode, hammering out “ueueue” until I bleed from my ears and fingertips), but still, I want to know what you think I should watch. And why. So tell me. (And please don’t suggest porn. Or anything with Tom Cruise. Or any combination of the two.)