Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Gadzooks. |2:06 AM|
Vorpal and I went to see the ring, and it is indeed terrifying. So scary is this movie, that I've pretty much sworn off of sleeping for good. I highly reccomend you all go see it and scare yourselves silly. I do have one question that occurred to me. "Why did I do this to myself?" I spent about 2 hours under profound, artificial stress. Right now I'm still a bit spooked to be in my own apartment. I actually haven't been this unnerved since I was...hmmm 12 or 13 years old. When I was 12 or so, I became afraid of the dark for one summer. I hadn't been scared of it before, and not since, but that summer is when I learned about every kind of paid programming there is on late night TV. It's also about the time I started watching a lot of zombie movies.
I'm babbling.
ALright, some comedy. Being the considerate movie goer I am, I turned my phone to "vibrate" before the film. I think you know where this is going, but allow me to continue. At a relatively inoppurtune time, someone called me. My pants started vibrating, I shot out of my seat and scared the piss out of Vorpal and a bunch of folks around us. When I realized it was my phone, my hands shot towards my left pocket.
Now, the left arm got the pocket, but the right arm is at a bit of a different angle, and therefore missed. Missed with great speed, ending up instead punching myself... you get the idea.
It did make the movie a bit easier to watch. "Wow, this is really, really scary. Good lord, my balls really, really hurt. Man! Scary movie! Gosh, I hope I don't vomit because I punched myself in the balls"
Right-o
Notes: arcade review, Myth interview, San Antonio ghost hunt.
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