Like today.
When I transformed some old locker shelves into a stackable shoe rack. Suck on that, Ikea.
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I was watching The Day After Tomorrow yesterday (pun intended) on TBS, and I've got to say that, in the 6ish years' time from whence I saw it in theaters (back before the viewing audience re-re-re-discovered 3D and we were all content with simple smell-o-vision)...
IT STILL SUCKS.
Mind you, that sentiment slash abridged-quasi-review strictly refers to the events immediately after everything gets blown straight to hell, but whose roots are embedded throughout the first 45 minutes of delightful scientific inaccuracy and climatological tomfoolery and this one guy on Dennis Quaid's team gettin' some mad Yellow Fever (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=yellow%20fever, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOyRWuklsiQ) for this bitch-face Asian person.
I don't even mean that racially, I mean I myself am Asian. But she totally has one of those "career >>>...>>>> bringing a white dude home to my parents and pissing them off" faces, especially if he's not a doctor or lawyer or some majestic fuzor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzors) of those two professions. She definitely does not get what that young whipper-snapper is doing, talking in double-entendre-speak.
Anyways, the main protagonist (aside from Mother Nature) of the film (oh, and also aside from IT IS TRULY HUMANS WHO ARE THE GREATEST BEASTS OF THEM ALL!!!) turns out to be (amendment to that last aside, that was the message/moral of King Kong)...
...some frickin' WOLVES.
WOLVES?! ESCAPED RABID WOLVES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
My fantasy basketball team had a more threatening team mascot (the Memphis Grass Munchers -- with a movie tie-in tagline of "KICKING YOUR GRASS EVERYWHERE, OH, IT'S (L)AWN, BABY").
It will be forever classified as, and stand as a sterling example of, Movies I Want To See Muted Entirely Except For When Shit Is Blowing Up. But don't worry, that category won't stay lonely too long - I haven't seen "2012" yet. Oh boy.
IT STILL SUCKS.
Mind you, that sentiment slash abridged-quasi-review strictly refers to the events immediately after everything gets blown straight to hell, but whose roots are embedded throughout the first 45 minutes of delightful scientific inaccuracy and climatological tomfoolery and this one guy on Dennis Quaid's team gettin' some mad Yellow Fever (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=yellow%20fever, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOyRWuklsiQ) for this bitch-face Asian person.
I don't even mean that racially, I mean I myself am Asian. But she totally has one of those "career >>>...>>>> bringing a white dude home to my parents and pissing them off" faces, especially if he's not a doctor or lawyer or some majestic fuzor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzors) of those two professions. She definitely does not get what that young whipper-snapper is doing, talking in double-entendre-speak.
Anyways, the main protagonist (aside from Mother Nature) of the film (oh, and also aside from IT IS TRULY HUMANS WHO ARE THE GREATEST BEASTS OF THEM ALL!!!) turns out to be (amendment to that last aside, that was the message/moral of King Kong)...
...some frickin' WOLVES.
WOLVES?! ESCAPED RABID WOLVES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
My fantasy basketball team had a more threatening team mascot (the Memphis Grass Munchers -- with a movie tie-in tagline of "KICKING YOUR GRASS EVERYWHERE, OH, IT'S (L)AWN, BABY").
It will be forever classified as, and stand as a sterling example of, Movies I Want To See Muted Entirely Except For When Shit Is Blowing Up. But don't worry, that category won't stay lonely too long - I haven't seen "2012" yet. Oh boy.
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