Right now I should be at the Uptown watching Werner Herzog’s Encounters at the End of the World, a documentary shot in Antarctica. However, I’ve decided to stay home to be sad and cranky. My Netflix Player was delivered today, left on the doorstep of my office, according to the online tracking results. When I went to my office, however, it was not to be found. I’ve called FedEx twice and just got off the phone with Roku/Netflix customer service – who said I’m not the first to call about such circumstances – but that won’t make my Player magically appear in my living room. I am sad sad sad and mad mad mad. Poop.