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Batman Discussion
I won't be reading it because I haven't been able to go yet, but I suspect a goodly number of you have already partaken in the latest Batman flick that taunts me. Mocks me. And knows that I don't have time today or probably any time this week (unless there is a movie theater near the OSCON venue?) Anyway -- here is the official place to talk about the biggest geek movie out until the X-Files comes out next week, and I have similar frustrations.
Is this the first comment?
"Those Were The Days"
by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse
Boy, the way Glenn Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade.
Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days.
Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee, our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days.
And you know who you were then. Girls were girls and men were men.
Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again.
People seemed to be content. Fifty dollars paid the rent.
Freaks were in a circus tent. Those were the days.
Take a little Sunday spin, go to watch the Dodgers win.
Have yourself a dandy day that cost you under a fin.
Hair was short and skirts were long. Kate Smith really sold a song.
I don't know just what went wrong. Those Were The Days.
Shag all that old nonsense. If those days were truly perfect, the sun should not have set upon them. Let's opt for "Change we can believe in" instead. Maybe if we keep changing the change, the robbery shan't be so apparent.
Yeah but "Oscars" didn't deserve an apostrophe, it is a plural and not a possessive.
Feel free to mod me down, but at what point did Slashdot become a run of the mill message board where we discuss the latest movies and TV?
2003.
Does thinking Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow is sexy make me gay? Now, I'm 100% straight and I loveeee women. But godamit jack sparrow is sexy.
In the last NSFW mcgrew journal, Lucy Furr burned in hell (story starts here) and Linda and I went and shot pool.
I wan't going to even journal about the Batman chronicle, but dammit somebody had to post this Batman story to slashdot's front page. So here you go. I'll try to keep this SFW...
Linda just got out of prison last February, she'd been in there for a nonviolent drug charge and is on parole. AFAICT she's been obeying the law to the letter, as she doesn't want to go back to Dwight. The forty eight year old Linda's "an item" with Charlie's thirty year old brother.
Charlie's brother just got out of prison for Grand Thieft Auto (no shit). Charlie's a good friend; she owes me money but she'll get it paid back eventually. Her brother, otoh, is a stupid asshole.
He's back in Statesville; he violated parole by being at Ralph's, where Linda lives. Tami (AKA "Lucy Furr") was probably behind the whole deal, but at any rate the neighbors called the cops because of the noise of the fighting, and they hauled Charlie's brother off to jail. As Linda is a felon on parole he's not supposed to be over there.
Linda keeps trying to talk me into letting Charlie's brother use my address as his home address so he can be paroled again. No f... sorry, sfw, no damned way.
I'd mashed my hand last Monday, and Tami had second degree burns over most of her body from being blond and falling asleep in the sun by the pool without sunscreen. I was afraid the stupid fat bitch would mow my lawn to get back in my good graces (and back in my house).
Linda had promised to take Charlie's nephew to the Batman movie. I kind of wanted to see it myself. Linda offered to mow my yard for money to take the kid to see Batman, and as my hand was sore as hell I agreed to take her and the kid.
Patty called from Cincinnati; she's my youngest daughter, just turned drinking age this year, and manages a GameStop store (and sells Grand Thieft Auto, of course). She worries about her lonely old dad.
I'd taken sixty five bucks out of the bank to do me the weekend, done a little grocery shopping, gone to the bar (of course); pitchers are only $3.50 at the Blue Grouch on Saturdays. Smurf had growled at me for closing the door too hard. "Sorry, man", I told the blue fellow who owns the place.
"I'm going to see Batman with Linda and a ten year old kid", I told my daughter. "Oh wow, I want to see that!" she exclaimed. "We were supposed to go last night but Paul had to work." He manages a different GameStop. "Is it Linda's kid?"
"No," I told her, "It's Charlie's nephew." We chatted a while, and I left to pick up Linda.
They got in the car and we went to the theater. The parking lot was packed. It was hot as blazes, and humid as hell, even though it was almost dark. We went in to buy the tickets, I opened my wallet... and only had twelve dollars left. Tickets were five bucks each.
I gave Linda my money and told her to call when the movie was over.
I can't win.
mcgrew's razor: Never attribute to stupidity that which can be explained by greedy self-interest