I signed up with NetFlix earlier this week. A handful of co-workers have told me how great the service is. I couldn’t keep myself from feeling like I, too, had to participate in the evolution. After a minor glitch with registration, I was in and ready to start NetFlixing.

NetFlix’s gig is to send you movies in the mail. You create a queue of movies. They send you 3 movies at a time from your queue, based on the priority you give the movies. You can then keep the movies for as long as you like. Once done, you toss them in the mail and you’ll receive more movies automatically. There’s no need to go to the store and pick out another film. You’ve got a queue so they just continue to send them to you.

The addiction started right away. I haven’t even received a single movie yet but I can’t stop surfing around on their website. Morning, lunch, evening, I’m on Netflix.com I’m adding movies to my queue, ranking movies in search of that one elusive, perfect movie I have forgotten about. It becomes a game much like the Chris Farley celebrity interviews on SNL. “Do they have this movie?! Yeah, that’s a good one. Oooh! Do they have that one? Yeah, I liked that movie too.” I just can’t stop.

The size and quality of your movie queue becomes interesting water cooler talk. “I heard a fable about one guy who has 284 movies in his queue!” Other NetFlixers want to know what you’re watching so they can size up your tastes. What does it say about me when the first 3 films I’ve rented are Old School, Anger Management, and Clockwork Orange?