Oooh, an update:

So on Monday night, I took the plunge and called up AT&T intending to cancel my cable. The nice lady I spoke to seemed determined to make sure that I understood that if I cancelled it completely, then I wouldn't have *any* tv to watch. I reassured her that I knew this, and that I had already tested it and knew that I get no reception in my apartment, but she still managed to talk me into keeping my local cable channels for a mere $10/mo for the next 6 months. Oh well, it's not much, and I can still watch West Wing when the mood strikes me. (Also, that plus Netflix still costs less than what I was paying for full cable.)

So anyway, right after that (we're talking like 6 or 6:30 p.m.), I signed up for Netflix, expecting to get a movie maybe by tomorrow at the earliest. Imagine my surprise then when I came home last night and found a movie on my doorstep. That's less than 24 hours for them to "process my application" and get my first movie to me.

I strongly suspect that they sent Tommy the Office Boy to my apartment to deliver it by hand, since I really don't see how the postal service could have gotten the movie to me that fast. Which is fine by me.

I [heart] Netflix.