[  Mood: Cool ]
Guess there must’ve been a rash of break-ins. After all, who wouldn’t want *me* around?

Okay, I saw the Web Flick Tuesday. Not as bad as I thought it might be, but not as good either. And, for those of you who revere "Saturday Night Live", AVOID THIS MOVIE. You will hate without end. That’s all I’m saying, unless you provide Little Debbie Frosted Fudge Cakes. Then I’ll tell you all the secrets of the Multicosm (formerly known as the Cosmos- had to change it, because I can’t spell the word the same way every time. Curse of geeeeeeniuuuuuuuuuus…)

Also, I’ve come to ask how many of you reading this have read "Civil War". Not to see how many stirring moral and ethical debates I can engage in, but to see how many suckers I can hit up for a quick twenty.

You all got *taken* like UFO abductees. And you know it, deep down inside. Sure, you say that there was the thrilling point-counterpoint between the Soldier and the Politician, the quandry between the rights of individuals and the safety of the state, the really cool battle in which the Thor clone kicked much a$$.

You got HOSED, folks. You missed the *real* story of the season, "Annihilation". A *real* threat, real fights, real funny lines. I’ll say no more. Go. Buy. Read. If you don’t like them, too frelling bad. No refunds. Besides, none of you know where I live.

Next big thing in anime? My money’s on "Black Lagoon". Pirates, matey. Modern-day ones, with fast boats, big guns and bad attitudes. Hits stores on the 22nd of this month. First copy’s mine. And I’ll still be swinging from the rafters. Promise. Airtime’s a premium thing.

Okay, I’m gone. You can all breathe now. Except for the guy over there in western Illinois. Just pass out.

[  Currently: Working  ]
Transformers: The Movie

28 Weeks Later

Pirates (ARRRRRRRRR!)

And some flick about a guy who "does whatever a spider can". And I’m sure I’m missing a few more.

They all sound fantastic (FF2!), just the kind of fare a rabid middle-aged technonerd such as myself would find eminently palatable. And, for the first time in several centuries, I have a bit of spendable cash with which to view these fine offerings.

So, why am I cringing at the thought of walking into my local metroplex (which is only eight minutes up the road from my humble abode, no trouble in terms of travel)? There’s a part of me that loathes going out into public period, because I’ve always been terminally shy and unexpressive in the real world. Or it could be that prices have become so frelling outrageous (ten bucks to walk in the door alone, as much as twenty more to buy Ye Olde Concessiones). Or it could be the crowds, increasingly rude and ignorant of the rules of common civility (cellphone conversations ad nauseum, kiddies running up and down the aisles, while ushers busy themselves with the arduous task of hitting on girls). r it could be that too many movies these decades have been, well, CRAP. (Several offerings from Messr. Lucas come quickly to mind.) Or it could be that I’m a lazy bastich…

All in all, I dunno. I’ll end this by saying that I’m going to see 28 Weeks Later. And Spidey 3. *Eventually*. Pirates, there’s no question. You’ll e seeing me on CNN, te guy who rigged up a network of ropes so that he could swing across the theater during the commercials. No one should complain, I figure. I mean, who watches that crap anyway?

Truth out.