August 18th, 2006


Snakes On A Plane.

THANK YOU, INTERNET. What would Hollywood do without you?

It was AWESOME. Thoroughly enjoyable. Samuel L. Jackson kicks much ophidian ass, and also ass in general. Yee. :)

Also, during discussion it has occurred to us that in the Star Trek universe, Gagh is like sushi. Some people genuinely do enjoy it, but it's also something you're expected to like and understand if you're worldly and clever, and something giant posers pretend to enjoy in order to impress girls and their superiors. I can't believe I never made that connection before. ;)

People were yelling and cheering at the screen. One guy stood up in front and said we should do a shot every time anyone said "snakes." Gods I love premieres.

Sleepy. Satisfied. Best ass-kicking awful movie I've ever seen. Music video. Heh. ^.^

EDIT: Because I forgot to do it earlier, I felt I should share the conversation I had with my co-workers this afternoon.

Me: Guess where I'm going tonight.
M: A movie?
Me: Yes! Know which movie?
D: What movie?
Me: Snakes on a Plane! It will be terrible. It'll be GLORIOUS.
M: Snakes on a Plane?
Me: Snakes on a Plane.
D: Snakes?
Me: On a plane.
M: Snakes.
D: On a plane?
Me: Snakes.
M and D together: ON A PLANE!

And then we started scaring the customers.

EDIT OF EDIT: Two words: Mi-Jung Lee. Yay, Vancouver.

Hey, you.

Yes, you.

The couple standing behind me.

You, the ones clearing your throats loudly and with Russian accents.

You, who just had me take down every pair of boots on the top shelf of overstock, perched precariously on the top of a two-story ladder, while you tried them on and clucked your tongue.

You, who didn't want any of them.

You, who can certainly tell that I'm trying to organise clearance so that when we close, in three minutes, I can go home.

STOP CLEARING YOUR THROAT. If you want something, say something. "Excuse me," or "hi," or even a polite "hey" would suffice. But stop clearing your throat.

Until then, I have been rendered magically deaf. :P
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