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I actually really liked this movie. Not like 3 ninjas kick back though.

I just finished watching 3 ninjas kick back. They replaced Tum-Tum and Rocky. What the fuck. this movie was hillarious. And I also watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. I also thought this movie sucked, because this one was not funny when it was supposed to be and Mickey Rooney's Asian Character is appaling. Uber racist.

I really want Sly Stalone, but he's not going to win.

- All I have in my house for breakfast is oatmeal...again. - I have to wake up early and work another long day, today being the one where I have to drive down to South Park and pick up a shippment. +/- hopefully I will get some records in the mail.

- lost an auction for a bane 7". I hate Ebay.

Oh wow. that is a pretty one.

that was really fun to say out loud. Gather 'round children for the epic tale Of the day I saw Superman Returns. 'Twas a warm evening on June 28th At Jackson Cinema, in case you were concerned. A friend bought the tickets to a late-night showing And introduced me to both of his cousins We sat in our seats with excitement and glee And the theatre full of patrons was buzzing. But, ho! Seated 'hind us, not ten feet away Was a surly old curmudgeon, sixty-four if he were a day. Through the ads and the trailers and the "be courteous" reminder He kicked the seat that Sophi was in, and would not shut up behind her! Oh how he twittered, he'd comment and confabulate 'Bout the things on the screen, with his son, and grandkids, and their dates The theatre-goers would shush him, and his family, too "Sir, please be quiet! The movie's starting soon!" "You don't have to worry," he tried to reassure. "I can't wait to see this thing! I'll be quiet!" he demurred. Throughout this exchange, the conversation spent, In all the seats next to him, the family remained reticent. Soon, the movie started. "Save them Superman!" he'd cry. "You must stop the plane crash! You must fly!" Why wouldn't he shut up, behind? Someone with him must be blind! Why else would the need such an explanation! "Sir, be quiet!" said the patrons, in exasperation. It did them little good. Throughout the film, the sexagenarian described all he could see. With little interest in the film, I snickered at his immaturity. I didn't care about the plot. He wasn't bothering me. It's not like I paid to see this stupid, boring movie. But he was annoying my friends, and this simply cannot stand. He was bothering people that DID pay, this churlish, awful man. Many, many times they shushed him! And never did he comply! I knew I had to say something. I knew the time was nigh. Loathe as I was to exacerbate an already tense situation, I kept my big yap shut. Knowing, as I did, if I commented above the din, It would add to the noisy glut. Comic fans, by nature, are a mostly feeble lot They seek to avoid confrontation, and fight? They'd rather not. They didn't like the man describing everything he sees, But aside from the head turns and shooshes, their eyes never left the screen. "But O', if there was an opportunity," I thought, I would seek retribution for these comic book fans On this wretched cur! This cursed wretch! This awful, stupid man! Near the final act, a break! The sound cut out! The screen went blank! The old man screamed, the old man cried! "We'll not find out if Clark Kent died!" As if the projectionist didn't care, and was content to end the movie there. I put my knees on the seat and I turned around in my place. I spotted the old man and I looked him in the face. "Sir, is anybody with you blind?" "It's none of your business, what do you mind?" "Because you've described, in detail, each scene of the plot, Much to the chagrin of all within earshot. So I ask you again, is anybody with you blind?" "No, you smart-mouthed little shit. Turn the fuck around, I'm sick of your wit. The screen is behind you. You're pissing me off. This shit's ending here. I've had enough. And I'm TRYING to watch the movie." "I don't need to turn around, the movie's not even playing! You need to be considerate, that is all I'm saying. You're sixty-odd years old, and it hasn't crossed your mind That talking through a movie is a trespass most unkind?" My friends and patrons sat there, their mouths all agape, At the torrent of threats that then ensued from the mouth of the stupid ape. He threatened and he cursed, he gave me lots of guff And then his middle-aged son joined in, as if that weren't enough. "Dad, do you feel like going to jail tonight? We're going to teach this kid a lesson. We're going to get in a fight." "I never threatened anybody, merely asked you to be quiet," I said while laughing at the prospect of a comic geek theatre riot. His grandkids chimed in, "He's just excited! Please leave the old man alone!" But I would not be swayed by the teens' defensive tone. A few more threats were bandied about. Oh how they'd scream, oh how they'd shout. My friends and others finally spoke up, emboldened by their savior, And my wife just sat there next to me, laughing (she's used to my behavior). The screen came back on. For some reason, even though he was "TRYING" to watch the flick, When it finally came back on, he was up to some kind of trick. He brushed past my chair and bolted up the aisle. "I wonder what he thinks he's doing," I asked my friends with a smile. Will he be waiting in the parking lot? Is he going to get a gun? I guess I'll soon be finding out. The movie's almost done. He comes back in and noisily gets back into his chair. The film ends. The denouement commences. The credits roll, the lights come up, and as we exeunt The talker and his cowboy son roll up, talking tough. It was cute. "I hope you know security is waiting out in the lobby for you" They say to me, as if I'm scared, I'm shaking in my shoes. "Let's go see them then," I respond, "I'm not scared. I won't lie." "I dare you to hit me," he says, "I dare you to even try." I laugh again, loud enough to be heard over the cinema's sounds As we wander into the lobby, where there's no security to be found. "Where are they at old man? I want to hear what they have to say!" "Oh, they're coming for you, you sonofabitch. Don't go anywhere, just stay." With that, the old man, his son, and the grandkids leave the theatre. We gathered in the lobby, laughing in desbelief at the row I caused. While all around me people leaving our movie gave applause! They mock the old man! They ask my name! They thought the whole thing was funny! They said watching my response to the crazy old coot was worth the money! His face turned red, he and his son exploded like a bomb And I just sat there smiling, I never lost my calm. The event was so memorable, my friends still tease me about it to this day, But I don't mind, because Superman Returns sucked anyway. That was really entertaining. Thanks for that early morning laugh. +1

I got Pelican-After the ceiling cracked DVD in the mail today.

+ Got my Pelican DVD in the mail today. - Still waiting on a shit-ton of records.

i really want this but dont know if I want to drop the cash.

Im excited. Now I can have a better looking list.

I dont know anything about it. Dont tell me any details, just let me know, is it worth going to?

Oh man, I love that version. When that guy explodes when hes hit by the car is classic.

Everyone should check out the dollar sale thread. there are some great albums on there. I just picked up a few myself. Bringing my record total spendage to about 75 dollars today. Damn you records.

Thanks so much. I found some stuff I definately needed. Like Most Precious Blood.

what record store did you go to? Sonic Boom on 15th. On Capital Hill.

+ Had today off. + Went record shopping and scored Pelican S/T EP Grey Marble and Torche-In Return on Clear Green with sea foam green splatter. -have to go back to work tomorrow +not untill noon though.

I just scored some great records. I got Pelican-S/T EP on grey marble and Torche-In Return 10" Clear green with sea foam green splatter W/3" CD

I also love how this one looks.

I know its not rare, but I love this band and this album is fucking sweet. MONO-Gone

Yes Battle Beasts, I have been trying to remember that name for a very long time. I used to have so many of them. +1 for finally informing me of the name.

this reminds me of those toys in the eighties, I forget what they were called but they were man beast creatures with little halogram stickers on their chest and when you rubbed them a log, fire, or water would appear. They were great.

Until this post I felt like such a square on this thread. I dont know anything about drugs really because I have never done them so just reading your posts is really entertaining and informative. This may sound stupid but what is it when you "snowcap weed with coke."

I can, just like a tiny dancer.

Sorry man, I dont even take asprin.