Ever since we got a good-sized television and a Netflix disc subscription, we haven’t been to a movie in the theaters. Not once. Not even for Avengers: Endgame*. But that’s okay, right? Because now it’s out on Blu-Ray and surely Netflix will have bought a zillion copies of it** so that everyone who wants it can see it right away, right?
Wrong.
So not long ago we finally got around to seeing “Avengers: Infinity War“, AKA “The One Where Everybody* From Every Marvel Movie Fights Thanos”.
So I haven’t done a “not a review” in a while, in which I rate movies based on how long they take to put my wife to sleep, simply because we haven’t watched anything lately that she’s paid much attention to or made any amusing observations about. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t uttered a tasty tidbit or two over the last couple of months. I’ve just been noting them down and waiting until I had enough of them for a post, because, you know, it’s not easy padding these posts to 30 minutes three or four paragraphs.
Viscosity 