Worm wrote:Oh, geez I forgot that party that is there for no reason other than to mark the passing of time and if it didn't say GOOD BYE SEVENTIES (or something to that effect) no one would of known ... I forgot that part.
You've gotta be kidding me, Worm. Just when you were showing some serious progress. The party is there for "no reason other than to mark the passing of time"?
Does anybody actually WATCH and THINK ABOUT movies anymore, or do we just go there for the popcorn and to see how many explosions we can fit into an hour and a half?
Careful readers may note that I didn't quite get round to shutting this place down, as I had threatened to do earlier in this thread.
Nevertheless, this entire base has been somewhat of an experiment in self-hate. I would recommend it to any of you who are similarly hoping to keep yourself "regular." There's no feeling like getting up in the morning (or afternoon -- substitute where need be) and clicking on a few threads before you've even tasted the oversweetened blueberry-like substance contained within your Toaster's Strudel and seeing a number of individuals call you out as somewhat of a manchild douchebag.
I hate you all, of course. But, and this is important to me, I hate you all equally. There was no secret that, when the Sherwin boys were growing up, the actor playing "Dad" had more of an affection to the youngest brother, while the actress who played the part of "Mom" definitely had more love for the oldest. I... I don't want it to be like this for you lot and I. I want you able to go to sleep at night content with the fact that your portion of hate is just as large as your fellow JC Hate Mongers. Roody does not have a larger bowl than the Milker. Greg does not possess his allotment of hate, and then an extra, hidden, six-pack of (if I recall that Snoop sketch correctly) "Hater Aid" stashed somewhere... that is, unless all of you, from Da King right down to the Milker's second, alternative account has one as well.
I only pray that Ben does not find another Paul Thomas Anderson film, rent it, and then begin to hit me over the head with how "great" it is before I can terminate this place, and then the very memory of this place from the uncaring and altogether horrific minds that the bunch of you, evily, possess.
"Auto-Focus" starring Greg Kinnear and that misshappen Canadian actor beats the tar out of Boogie Nights IMO (although BN was good). Never has the decent into seediness and desperation been so elegantly rendered.
Bob Crane movies should be their own seperate genre of film. Alongside the summer months having an "action" film and a "suspense" film and a "comic book" flick and all that, each year should bring us another piece of cinema surrounding the life and times of Mr. Crane.