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Netflix and Crochet

Last time on this Bat channel, I mentioned that Netflix provides some entertainment during our usual day-to-day interactions. In particular, it led to one very interesting exchange involving Star Trek (I'll leave it at that if you haven't read the previous entry. It's a quick read, and should be worth a chuckle). Well, as it turns out, Netflix just keeps on pumping out the entertainment in our household.

It's not just that we can watch various shows or movies, it's that we can do so whenever we want. That ability in it of itself is incredibly useful. I can watch stuff while I'm prepping dinner, and the Mild Fiancée and I can both pick something to watch if we're in the mood. We've certainly had a few date nights cuddled up on the couch with Netflix.

Now, if you're at all familiar with modern day slang, you've probably heard of the term "Netflix and chill." Basically, inviting someone over to watch Netflix and "chill" is a euphemism for having sex. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out how that happened, but it sort of took off in modern culture. Heck, Netflix themselves even got in on the fun, and they released DIY instructions on how to make your own "Netflix and chill" button.

I mention this because at one point, one of the Mild Fiancée's friends had an amusing story involving Netflix and chill. Only one of the people involved was familiar with the term, so it led to a somewhat awkward exchange. Since then, the term has always involved a bit of giggling in our household.

Bringing this back to our own household, remember that the Mild Fiancée and I tend to watch Netflix while we're working on other things. Sometimes, that involves our hobbies. Like, say, crocheting. So, in our household, Netflix is sometimes accompanied by crocheting, by one or both of us. At one point, we were sitting there with yarn in hand, and the Mild Fiancée just started giggling. Curious, I asked her what was so funny. As she explained to me, other people Netflix and chill, but we Netflix and crochet. She was not the only one to giggle at that point.

I said it last time, and I'll say it again: Netflix is like the gift that keeps on giving.

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