Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Let's say I wanted to see the latest hot sequel (more on the problem of sequels in a moment) with the wife. Two tickets to a regular showing: $20.00. Let's say we want to split a large tub of popcorn and a large soda. Let's err on the side of caution and say $10.00 for that. So we're out $30.00, plus the cost of gas to sit in a room full of assholes and hope they stay quiet.
Or I could wait and get the movie at Walmart $10.00 (on the average, I could just cheap out and buy one from the $5 bin). I can then get a large pizza for $12.00 a 2-liter of soda for $1, and a box of microwave popcorn for $2. So for $29 I can eat and drink myself silly and have the ability to pause the movie if I have to pee. My next bitch:
Very simply, I'm just tired of sequels. Look, the world does not need five Fast/Furious movies.
My final bitch is really about the people at the movies.
There are a variety of assholes to choose from at the movies; today we are going to focus on one particular asshole:
We all know and hate this person, and may you get syphilis and your spine rot and fall out your ass if you’re one of them. These are the people who for some reason pay ten bucks to go sit in a movie theater to have their conversations. They sit chatting away with their fellow muttonheads as if they were the only ones in the theater. The killer is, most of the time, they’re not even talking about the movie. It’s one thing to lean over and ask about a plot clarification, but I’ve seen people actually holding conversations about what their plans are for later in the week! These people suck terribly. What’s really great is, that if you try to hush these people, they actually have the gall to act offended!
Try the following suggestions on the offending individual/s:
1) Can’t this wait until you get outside? (This is about as inoffensive as I can hope to get with these morons.)
2) Say, "if you could shut up for like five minutes, that would be super."
3) (Without actually turning to address whomever is the offending individual, and at the top of your lungs) SHUT UP.
4) Move to a seat directly behind them and start what my Dad calls “The Plague Cough.”
5) Turn to face the people and just stare at them until they shut up. Don’t say a thing until they do. When they do, say “Thanks” and turn around.
6) Take a cue from “Scary Movie” and stab the fucker right in the chest with a carving knife.
More movie assholes to be discussed at a later date.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
If you haven't read this book yet, then I have two things to say to you.
1)Shame on you.
2)Shame on you.
Even in 1953 Bradbury saw the possibility that assholes might eventually be running things and published this novel. This book is about what might happen if we continue to let the tiny-brained political correctness police continue tell us how we should be thinking. From his afterward:
"For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conservationist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run and rule."
This book has taught me a valuable lesson (listen up sorority and fraternity types) THINK FOR YOURSELF LITTLE SHEEP.
WARNING FOR CRETINS: Please pay attention here. There is actually a lesson that is being taught in this book. Yes, I know, the sections about setting fires and the old lady being burned up are very amusing and make you squirm and giggle like a ticklish three year old, but pay attention and you might actually gain something akin to an insight.