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Jul. 30th, 2004 09:26 pmBecause a few of you reminded me I had a much better picture of myself ...
( Okay, so maybe I *am* this pale. )
( Okay, so maybe I *am* this pale. )
Jul. 30th, 2004
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Jul. 30th, 2004 09:56 pmI called my mother today because her birthday is tomorrow, and she said, "Oh, by the way, Kerry was in Scranton today." And then I squealed and she added, "Ben Affleck was there, too," and I squealed again and she giggled and this is a prime example of why my mother and I get along so much better when we're hundreds of miles away from one another. :)
Also, it was payday today, so off to Suncoast I went. You know why I love Suncoast? (I mean, aside from that I'm in their little frequent shoppers club and they send me nice shiny gift certificates all the time.) It's that I think I'm in love with the "DVDs under $10" rack. It's mostly just incredibly terrifying crap, with the occasional gem hidden among them that practically makes me want to yelp, "WTF is wrong with you people?!" (Case in point -- today, I found "The Ref" there. Under ten bucks? Travesty! And also, MINEMINEMINE!)
The crap, though, is hysterically fun to browse through. There were about a dozen different "Three _____ Classics!" sets that were always three awful demon movies or mysteries or disaster movies that all seemed to star Kim Catrall. Oh, and then there was the delightfully doofy-looking cop thriller starring C. Thomas Howell after he'd been trapped in a cave without a barber and a razor for what looked like about three decades. Also, go buy "Captain Ron", because there were about twenty on that rack and Martin Short could use the money.
I'm thinking about going to see "The Village" tomorrow. The thing is, I know how it ends. And in fact, before I knew how it ended, I had a pretty good idea how it ended. That says a lot, considering I totally bought into the whole "Sixth Sense" thing until the very last minute. At this point, it's either that or a field trip to a museum.
EDIT: As the child of a Thunderbirds fan, the Team America trailer makes me want to hit Jonathan Frakes as hard as I can.
Also, it was payday today, so off to Suncoast I went. You know why I love Suncoast? (I mean, aside from that I'm in their little frequent shoppers club and they send me nice shiny gift certificates all the time.) It's that I think I'm in love with the "DVDs under $10" rack. It's mostly just incredibly terrifying crap, with the occasional gem hidden among them that practically makes me want to yelp, "WTF is wrong with you people?!" (Case in point -- today, I found "The Ref" there. Under ten bucks? Travesty! And also, MINEMINEMINE!)
The crap, though, is hysterically fun to browse through. There were about a dozen different "Three _____ Classics!" sets that were always three awful demon movies or mysteries or disaster movies that all seemed to star Kim Catrall. Oh, and then there was the delightfully doofy-looking cop thriller starring C. Thomas Howell after he'd been trapped in a cave without a barber and a razor for what looked like about three decades. Also, go buy "Captain Ron", because there were about twenty on that rack and Martin Short could use the money.
I'm thinking about going to see "The Village" tomorrow. The thing is, I know how it ends. And in fact, before I knew how it ended, I had a pretty good idea how it ended. That says a lot, considering I totally bought into the whole "Sixth Sense" thing until the very last minute. At this point, it's either that or a field trip to a museum.
EDIT: As the child of a Thunderbirds fan, the Team America trailer makes me want to hit Jonathan Frakes as hard as I can.