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This is why I couldn't buy fuel for Supercar last night.
Man, first the lycanthropes, now THIS! It's getting that we're almost as dangerous as Hamilton!
Man, first the lycanthropes, now THIS! It's getting that we're almost as dangerous as Hamilton!
Dec. 3rd, 2007
Tweets for Today
Dec. 3rd, 2007 03:07 pm- 22:37 Scott Hall is just depressing to look at. I'm not sure who I'm more concerned for, him or Kurt Angle. #
- 22:50 Well, guess we don't need to be concerned about Hall tonight. No show! #
Writer's Block: Warning:
Dec. 3rd, 2007 03:09 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Jesus. Is it too horribly cliche that it would be "caution: contents under pressure"?
Jesus. Is it too horribly cliche that it would be "caution: contents under pressure"?
The Bitter Guide to Enchanted
Dec. 3rd, 2007 04:25 pmCynra & I, in what will be blamed on the fevers, watched Shrek The Halls last week.
Destined to be a holiday millstone around the neck of parents everywhere, it was possibly the worst Christmas special ever. Yes, worse than the Star Wars one.
It just reeked of horrid and the particular hypocrisy that comes with being told of the preciousness of the Christmas experience from what is pretty much a bloated Hollywood franchise. Not to mention the animation will probably not age as well as Rudolph.
On the plus side, we saw Enchanted, which was not horrid. I don’t think it’s as awesome as everyone else seems to think it was, but it was a cute reversal on "normal person finds themself in fantasy world" type of shtick. It was pretty much the walking Frankenstein's Monster of every Disney Princess bit that's grown so horribly, horribly annoying over the past few years, but I managed to overcome my reaction to that. I didn't quite overcome the raucous family of eight behind us that was three generations of annoying people; a super-senile grandma (the people on the screen can't hear you, miss), a probably haggard mom, and several kids of various levels of "please, child, stop talking while the movie is on." One of them kept kicking Cynra's seat, and while she was happy to ignore it, I grew annoyed enough to ask the child "please don't kick this seat again. Ever."
There was one thing ( that kind of annoyed me. )
Destined to be a holiday millstone around the neck of parents everywhere, it was possibly the worst Christmas special ever. Yes, worse than the Star Wars one.
It just reeked of horrid and the particular hypocrisy that comes with being told of the preciousness of the Christmas experience from what is pretty much a bloated Hollywood franchise. Not to mention the animation will probably not age as well as Rudolph.
On the plus side, we saw Enchanted, which was not horrid. I don’t think it’s as awesome as everyone else seems to think it was, but it was a cute reversal on "normal person finds themself in fantasy world" type of shtick. It was pretty much the walking Frankenstein's Monster of every Disney Princess bit that's grown so horribly, horribly annoying over the past few years, but I managed to overcome my reaction to that. I didn't quite overcome the raucous family of eight behind us that was three generations of annoying people; a super-senile grandma (the people on the screen can't hear you, miss), a probably haggard mom, and several kids of various levels of "please, child, stop talking while the movie is on." One of them kept kicking Cynra's seat, and while she was happy to ignore it, I grew annoyed enough to ask the child "please don't kick this seat again. Ever."
There was one thing ( that kind of annoyed me. )