I was reminded of The Matrix this morning whilst I was at work, namely the part in which they describe how "deja vu" is a hiccup in the system that hints that some portion of the program had been altered. In 7-Eleven's case, however, you don't give a sense that you've done or seen something before but, instead, you suddenly get an odd blue bar across your register screen that says "PLU Updated". It doesn't really seem very important when it pops up, but then you go to ring someone up for something a couple minutes later, and all of a sudden you've got two prices to choose from for damned near every item. Upon inquiring about it later (had to wait until seven this morning before there was anyone working there besides me), I learned that it doesn't just apply to cigarettes, but to any item that can have a price change (or may have a coupon available). So, if I all of a sudden start seeing "PLU Updated" hovering in the air somewhere... I'm gonna know that something's probably different... or that they've cut the hard line.
I also got to experience my first truly unruly convenience store customer (and a good thing, too, I've only got a few days left). I found out later that she was drunk, but that was after she forgot to ask me for lottery scratch-off tickets, asked if she could pay with her card, and upon doing so demanded to know why she didn't have her scratch off tickets. There was a bit bit more confusion (I still have no idea what she actually wanted), and I just about backhanded her out of the store about twice, but at least I can say I've dealt with an angry drunk now. M' a little disappointed that the coppers didn't check in on me last night... woulda been fun to re-iterate that'n to them.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Just A Few Thoughts
Firstly, I have to record down another odd dream I had last night (more like unpleasant, though not necessarily bad). Seems like the dreams I have involving my room swarming with insects are usually the most vivid, leaving me to wake up in a cold sweat, eyes darting all over the room trying to find all the bugs crawling all over the walls that had been then moments before. Yech.
I don't recall how it started, save to say that I was working on some sort of MegaMan-powersuit-type figure and I needed to add directional exhaust vents to the chest and back. I didn't feel like using epoxy-putty, so I was looking for stuff that looked close that I could just glue on. This led me to a "nature collecting kit" that was probably around eight years old. It contained samples of leaves and roots and insects, all sealed in small plastic containers, and meant to be inspected or whatever. The kit also contained some grey plastic pieces (I assume they were meant to aid in displaying the containers) that had the basic shape I'd been looking for (I was going to have to paint them yellow before gluing them on). I grabbed a handful of them, and in doing so, managed to bump one of the insect containers, and what looked like a cross between a cockroach and a very large winged ant crawled out and onto the floor, followed shortly after by a big centipede, and then all sorts of bugs started crawling out all over, so I slammed the lid shut and taped the box closed so no more could get out. At this point, the majority of the bugs were the same as the first that had crawled out (no spiders this time... thank goodness), and I pretty much just saw them as cockroaches. They were crawling all over the ceiling, sticking towards the edges where it met the wall and the corners of the room. There was also a large black mouse or rat crawling around on the walls as well, which didn't really strike me as odd at the time.
After a period of unsuccessfully trying to smash some of the insects, a girl who I don't remember very well (knew her perfectly well in the dream, but m' drawing a blank on the face now), came in and started helping me get rid of them. I believe she was joined by a younger boy and they were both standing in front of a door that would have replaced one of the windows in my room, and lead out to a balcony. They were either squashing them on the windows, or using a spray... or both. After killing a few, several birds that looked similar to pigeons flew up and started throwing up on the opposite side of the window. The last thing I remember is an elderly gentleman slumped over in a plastic deck chair on the balcony, with the pink bird vomit running down his face (this, too, was a familiar face, though I've no clue who it was now).
That being said, the rest of my day went quite well; attended to my physical, which was the final step in my new employment, and the entire process probably took about eight minutes tops. I then proceeded to turn in all of my necessary paperwork at Hick's Plastics, took my operations and procedures quiz, and was told I start November 9th (as my employment at 7-Eleven goes until the seventh). I'm quite excited to start, as this seems much more up my alley than the convenience store clerk business; kinda wish I could start sooner. But, alas, two more weeks of mumbling cigarette customers, unpleasant regulars, odd lottery tickets, morning coffee rushes and The mad dash to make sure the taquitos aren't burnin'. Oh, and my older sister wants a picture of me in my smock... yippideedoo.
The only other item of the slightest bit of importance was that I had my first walk-out class in my college educational history; English professor never showed up, so all eleven or so of us that had actually turned up signed a sheet of paper for attendance, dropped it in her mailbox, and that was that. It's an awkward feeling, I must say.
I don't recall how it started, save to say that I was working on some sort of MegaMan-powersuit-type figure and I needed to add directional exhaust vents to the chest and back. I didn't feel like using epoxy-putty, so I was looking for stuff that looked close that I could just glue on. This led me to a "nature collecting kit" that was probably around eight years old. It contained samples of leaves and roots and insects, all sealed in small plastic containers, and meant to be inspected or whatever. The kit also contained some grey plastic pieces (I assume they were meant to aid in displaying the containers) that had the basic shape I'd been looking for (I was going to have to paint them yellow before gluing them on). I grabbed a handful of them, and in doing so, managed to bump one of the insect containers, and what looked like a cross between a cockroach and a very large winged ant crawled out and onto the floor, followed shortly after by a big centipede, and then all sorts of bugs started crawling out all over, so I slammed the lid shut and taped the box closed so no more could get out. At this point, the majority of the bugs were the same as the first that had crawled out (no spiders this time... thank goodness), and I pretty much just saw them as cockroaches. They were crawling all over the ceiling, sticking towards the edges where it met the wall and the corners of the room. There was also a large black mouse or rat crawling around on the walls as well, which didn't really strike me as odd at the time.
After a period of unsuccessfully trying to smash some of the insects, a girl who I don't remember very well (knew her perfectly well in the dream, but m' drawing a blank on the face now), came in and started helping me get rid of them. I believe she was joined by a younger boy and they were both standing in front of a door that would have replaced one of the windows in my room, and lead out to a balcony. They were either squashing them on the windows, or using a spray... or both. After killing a few, several birds that looked similar to pigeons flew up and started throwing up on the opposite side of the window. The last thing I remember is an elderly gentleman slumped over in a plastic deck chair on the balcony, with the pink bird vomit running down his face (this, too, was a familiar face, though I've no clue who it was now).
That being said, the rest of my day went quite well; attended to my physical, which was the final step in my new employment, and the entire process probably took about eight minutes tops. I then proceeded to turn in all of my necessary paperwork at Hick's Plastics, took my operations and procedures quiz, and was told I start November 9th (as my employment at 7-Eleven goes until the seventh). I'm quite excited to start, as this seems much more up my alley than the convenience store clerk business; kinda wish I could start sooner. But, alas, two more weeks of mumbling cigarette customers, unpleasant regulars, odd lottery tickets, morning coffee rushes and The mad dash to make sure the taquitos aren't burnin'. Oh, and my older sister wants a picture of me in my smock... yippideedoo.
The only other item of the slightest bit of importance was that I had my first walk-out class in my college educational history; English professor never showed up, so all eleven or so of us that had actually turned up signed a sheet of paper for attendance, dropped it in her mailbox, and that was that. It's an awkward feeling, I must say.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
First Day of English
As I mentioned earlier, I started my English course today (just got back from it, in fact), and it turns out my professor is a bit of a nutter. The class as a whole is probably going to be pretty much the same as that corner you got assigned to your first day in math class back in high school; surrounded by people you don't really know, but you know the whole lot of you are going to be good friends by mid-semester. The class is pretty much the same deal... I think. There are fifteen of us in all, and we all had to pipe up at some point in the class, so the immediately social ones were brought to our attention straight away. There are a few of them that I suspect I'm not going to like much, but that's the way these things go.
As for the professor, well, she's a little on the loopy side. She's apparently half Irish, half Japanese, and her Irish heritage definitely shows through (whenever describing something one might do in their down time, the words "Having a Guiness" or "Having a beer" always seemed to come up). She's also very fidgety, which probably just comes from first-class jitters, but it was undoubtably somewhat distracting. She also has a llama that she takes great pride in, and takes every opportunity to dazzle us with their exploits (she drove down the freeway with it sticking its head through a car moon roof... I chuckled at the mental picture). Shortly after introducing herself, she proceeded to have the rest of the class say a little something about themselves; 'cept she didn't do it down the rows or however one might do that orderly-like. No, she's got a firm "never just call on someone" policy, because she apparently disliked that tactic back in school. Instead, she employs the ever popular "stare at people until they feel awkward" tactic, which pretty much leaves everyone to glance about with nervous amusement trying to surmise who will crack under the pressure and put a temporary halt to her psychological game of musical chairs. This whole process took up a great deal of the class period, but eventually everyone broke (or just spoke up to get it over with), and then we dove right into poetry.
God I hate poetry.
As for the professor, well, she's a little on the loopy side. She's apparently half Irish, half Japanese, and her Irish heritage definitely shows through (whenever describing something one might do in their down time, the words "Having a Guiness" or "Having a beer" always seemed to come up). She's also very fidgety, which probably just comes from first-class jitters, but it was undoubtably somewhat distracting. She also has a llama that she takes great pride in, and takes every opportunity to dazzle us with their exploits (she drove down the freeway with it sticking its head through a car moon roof... I chuckled at the mental picture). Shortly after introducing herself, she proceeded to have the rest of the class say a little something about themselves; 'cept she didn't do it down the rows or however one might do that orderly-like. No, she's got a firm "never just call on someone" policy, because she apparently disliked that tactic back in school. Instead, she employs the ever popular "stare at people until they feel awkward" tactic, which pretty much leaves everyone to glance about with nervous amusement trying to surmise who will crack under the pressure and put a temporary halt to her psychological game of musical chairs. This whole process took up a great deal of the class period, but eventually everyone broke (or just spoke up to get it over with), and then we dove right into poetry.
God I hate poetry.
The Upside-Down Golden Arches?
It's been a little while since I last updated this, and with my new found wireless connectivity, I can now sit lazily on my bed and type out a blog, so here we go. Let me start by saying that I've been awake since about one this morning, and have spent the majority of that time watching anime (finished both Texhnolyze and Eat-Man '98 in that time frame, as well as getting a fair amount into Ranma 1/2). Now, as I've my first English class for the semester at five, I figured I ought to get to the gettin' on whatever it is I need to do to get prepared for class. During my anime watching, however, I began to notice that the McDonald's arches are probably the most frequent thing used to represent a fast food restaurant on screen (this goes for more than just anime, also; I noticed the golden arches towards the beginning of The Fifth Element as well). However, every anime I've ever seen use the arches always uses represents them as a W rather than an M, which I'm assuming has a lot to do with not wanting to pay McDonald's any licensing fees because they're richer than all git due to America's chronic obesity issue anyway. I guess all I'm really driving at here is that I had no idea how influential American fast food was on the Japanese culture.
As I can't seem to think up anything else really worth yammering about, I'll cut this short with a factoid I learned a little while back: People have driven on the right-hand side of their vehicles in Europe since the Roman Empire, when it was necessary to be able to strike an opponent from your chariot with a sword held in the right hand, whereas people in America drive on the left-hand side since that was where the brake was located on the covered wagons.
As I can't seem to think up anything else really worth yammering about, I'll cut this short with a factoid I learned a little while back: People have driven on the right-hand side of their vehicles in Europe since the Roman Empire, when it was necessary to be able to strike an opponent from your chariot with a sword held in the right hand, whereas people in America drive on the left-hand side since that was where the brake was located on the covered wagons.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What Day is it Again?
Three days in a row of working the graveyard shift at 7-Eleven has taught me a lot about the concepts of sleep and time-shift. Firstly, after that third day, sleep starts to seem like it's the best thing ever; I've probably gotten about fifteen hours of shut-eye over the past day, and those who know me know that this is quite an accomplishment, to be sure. Secondly, my insistence that the day doesn't officially "start" until eight in the morning isn't widely accepted during the night shift; night becomes morning at around three-thirty now (though I still have the habit of telling people "good morning" when they come in, and then turning around and saying "have a good evening" when they leave). Lastly, it gets damned boring until about five in the morning; I need to figure out how to make my fingers respond faster than my brain if I'm going to ever be able to handle the morning coffee rush, because these people get damned impatient; if the line gets over four people long, people with papers just start throwing money at you, apparently. On the plus side, not a lot of cigarette sales. Unless the bar just got out, then you get a few people looking for wine-flavoured cigarellos (and a curious fellow with bloodshot eyes asking Nixie "where the trees at?")
In other news, Taco bell has finally decided to recognise the goth plight and come out with a suitably themed taco (and for only eighty-nine cents!):
Behold, the BlackJack Taco. The only thing that makes it different from a normal taco is that it has mozarella cheese along with I think cheddar and colby, and there's a pepperjack sauce on there. Oh, and the shell is friggin' black... almost forgot that bit. Nixie's not a huge fan of the sauce, but the fact that there's a black taco is pretty awesome.
Lastly, I've started playing an online MM RPG, mostly due to seeing the advertisement for it too many times whilst watching anime. Adventure Quest Worlds is a browser-based Flash RPG, and is by the same people who created Adventure Quest and Mech Quest. It's also cheesy as all git, has really lacking animation, and the attacks are pretty monotonous, but at least it's not FarmVille. Whether or not I'll really ever make it past level four and be able to do some serious damage (without paying the twenty bucks to make my account "cool" and allow me to have cool-looking weapons) remains to be seen, but it's keeping me out of trouble for now. Let's just hope there's no pizza delivery place in this one... though that seems to be their thing with these games.
In other news, Taco bell has finally decided to recognise the goth plight and come out with a suitably themed taco (and for only eighty-nine cents!):
Behold, the BlackJack Taco. The only thing that makes it different from a normal taco is that it has mozarella cheese along with I think cheddar and colby, and there's a pepperjack sauce on there. Oh, and the shell is friggin' black... almost forgot that bit. Nixie's not a huge fan of the sauce, but the fact that there's a black taco is pretty awesome.Lastly, I've started playing an online MM RPG, mostly due to seeing the advertisement for it too many times whilst watching anime. Adventure Quest Worlds is a browser-based Flash RPG, and is by the same people who created Adventure Quest and Mech Quest. It's also cheesy as all git, has really lacking animation, and the attacks are pretty monotonous, but at least it's not FarmVille. Whether or not I'll really ever make it past level four and be able to do some serious damage (without paying the twenty bucks to make my account "cool" and allow me to have cool-looking weapons) remains to be seen, but it's keeping me out of trouble for now. Let's just hope there's no pizza delivery place in this one... though that seems to be their thing with these games.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Apple: Not as cool as I thought it was.
Back in days of yore, I hated Apple products. Schools got 'em cheap, they ran OS9, and they were prone to crashes, program errors, and just seemed to add misery to an already miserable experience. Later came the iBooks and iMacs, designer colours, mice that you could remove the panels from and switch them around to annoy the library staff, and laptops that had built-in carrying handles and looked strangely like a toilet seat. This is where I think the Mac craze first started; once the iMacs released, they took the clear plastic with silver backing and some sort of clear, bright colour and applied it to anything electronic. But they still sucked. In fact, the only amusement I remember getting from them was using the "snapshot" function and leaving the notice that the image had been saved to the clipboard up until the computer got impatient and started talking to you in its clunky, vaguely-female voice.
And this dislike of them continued throughout high school, until my senior year. I was talked into taking a Visual Technologies class (which is just a fancy way of saying "graphic design") by my art teacher, whose husband just happened to teach the class. I spent the majority of my first semester at odds with the teacher due to the fact that I disliked Apple products (at this point, white earbuds were everywhere, whether they had an iPod or not, and that only added to it), and he was definitely a big supporter of them. After a while, I'd found that OSX was ideal for graphics work (after nearly losing a huge Photoshop file while saving on my PC), and decided to get one. And, lo and behold, I received my awesome new PowerBook G4 sometime later, and had the privilege of showing off the top of the line in Apple laptops (at the time). It's obviously an antique by current Mac standards, but it does its job (and I had it before they were cool xP).
And so began my quest to turn others over to Mac computers (probably influenced, at least in some part, by Hawk from Applegeeks). First my friend Alex got onto the bandwagon, then several other people. However, this was after they decided to go from this:
The PowerPC G5 processor, to this:
The Intel Core 2 Duo processor. With this atrocity came the built-in webcam and a lowered price, making Apple computers much more affordable than they'd been in the past. This served as a foundation for the popularity that Macs have achieved today. And now, not only are they powered by the same shit that a regular PC is, but they all come in the shiny aluminum finish. Add to that the lack of anti-glare screens and the promise of being "made of all recycled materials", and I'm starting to see that they aren't a niche market anymore. I can get a PC that can do graphics work just as well as any Mac can, and it won't get viruses if I just leave it disconnected from the internet. So, they're not that great anymore; as soon as I get the money, I'm gettin' one of these bad boys:
The HP with Voodoo DNA Blackbird 002. Seems my like of Apple products is a cyclic thing... maybe one day I'll think highly of them again, but as long as they keep putting out this sort of crap:
Doesn't everyone's digital camera already do digital video anyway? What the hell is the point? It's a friggin' mp3 player; play mp3's on it.
Well, whatever... I've still got these:
And I don't see Apple gettin' into the iGoth scene any time soon.
And this dislike of them continued throughout high school, until my senior year. I was talked into taking a Visual Technologies class (which is just a fancy way of saying "graphic design") by my art teacher, whose husband just happened to teach the class. I spent the majority of my first semester at odds with the teacher due to the fact that I disliked Apple products (at this point, white earbuds were everywhere, whether they had an iPod or not, and that only added to it), and he was definitely a big supporter of them. After a while, I'd found that OSX was ideal for graphics work (after nearly losing a huge Photoshop file while saving on my PC), and decided to get one. And, lo and behold, I received my awesome new PowerBook G4 sometime later, and had the privilege of showing off the top of the line in Apple laptops (at the time). It's obviously an antique by current Mac standards, but it does its job (and I had it before they were cool xP).
And so began my quest to turn others over to Mac computers (probably influenced, at least in some part, by Hawk from Applegeeks). First my friend Alex got onto the bandwagon, then several other people. However, this was after they decided to go from this:
The PowerPC G5 processor, to this:
The Intel Core 2 Duo processor. With this atrocity came the built-in webcam and a lowered price, making Apple computers much more affordable than they'd been in the past. This served as a foundation for the popularity that Macs have achieved today. And now, not only are they powered by the same shit that a regular PC is, but they all come in the shiny aluminum finish. Add to that the lack of anti-glare screens and the promise of being "made of all recycled materials", and I'm starting to see that they aren't a niche market anymore. I can get a PC that can do graphics work just as well as any Mac can, and it won't get viruses if I just leave it disconnected from the internet. So, they're not that great anymore; as soon as I get the money, I'm gettin' one of these bad boys:
The HP with Voodoo DNA Blackbird 002. Seems my like of Apple products is a cyclic thing... maybe one day I'll think highly of them again, but as long as they keep putting out this sort of crap:
Doesn't everyone's digital camera already do digital video anyway? What the hell is the point? It's a friggin' mp3 player; play mp3's on it.
Well, whatever... I've still got these:
And I don't see Apple gettin' into the iGoth scene any time soon.
"Mopping is a battle you'll never win."
And I have to say, truer words probably haven't been spoken. Now, this isn't true of every store, I'm sure (not sure how many stores out there require you to mop the floors several times a day), but it about hits the nail right on the head for 7-Eleven. It doesn't matter how empty the store and parking lot are when you start mopping (and, in all honesty, it's a pretty small store, so it should only take about twenty minutes, if not less). As soon as two aisles get finished, like clockwork, two people walk in that decide they want something right in that aisle that you just mopped, so now there are footprints that you'll have to go back to later and RE-mop. So, after you've mopped the entire floor about three times over, I've found that it's wise to wait until the people die down again, and then do some spot-check work. Granted, the floor gets a helluva lot more dirty before it gets clean, but it does get there.
Keeping with the theme, I've also noticed that people who want a pack of cigarettes mumble. I'm going to go ahead and say that cigarettes must cause your internal volume to go way down, because these people do not project. They walk forward (and it's pretty obvious what they're after... they've got this sort of "smoker-vibe"), they set their money on the counter, and then... nothing. Maybe a short breath, but that's all you get. Their mouth is clearly moving, and they want cigarettes, but you'll have to use that telekinesis if you want to figure out what kind of cylindrical death they want without them getting an extremely annoyed look on their face. Or, you may get the masters who have perfected the art of setting the money down and gesturing towards the wall with their heads; all the while talking on a cell phone. According to my co-worker, this is pretty much normal.
All in all, however, I think I've been out of work for far too long, as these past three days have kinda burned me out (though that could have to do with my hours getting progressively earlier and earlier), but I start my official midnights position on Saturday. Hopefully the ability to get free coffee whenever I want isn't going to be too crucial.
Keeping with the theme, I've also noticed that people who want a pack of cigarettes mumble. I'm going to go ahead and say that cigarettes must cause your internal volume to go way down, because these people do not project. They walk forward (and it's pretty obvious what they're after... they've got this sort of "smoker-vibe"), they set their money on the counter, and then... nothing. Maybe a short breath, but that's all you get. Their mouth is clearly moving, and they want cigarettes, but you'll have to use that telekinesis if you want to figure out what kind of cylindrical death they want without them getting an extremely annoyed look on their face. Or, you may get the masters who have perfected the art of setting the money down and gesturing towards the wall with their heads; all the while talking on a cell phone. According to my co-worker, this is pretty much normal.
All in all, however, I think I've been out of work for far too long, as these past three days have kinda burned me out (though that could have to do with my hours getting progressively earlier and earlier), but I start my official midnights position on Saturday. Hopefully the ability to get free coffee whenever I want isn't going to be too crucial.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Excuse me, 7-Eleven...?
... Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom again.
That pretty much sums up my first day of work at the 7-Eleven convenience store. You see, they have this thing where employees get free slushies and fountain drinks, so I just kept refilling my cup with Mt. Dew whenever it got empty. Well, Mt. Dew, like most other sodas, goes right through you, so you're pretty much doomed to be peeing out your eyes for the following six hours. I think I've learned my lesson, though. No more over-doing the free soda; this I can not say will be true for Nixie, as she's learned she is also elligible to receive free slushies and soda (and coffee, but she doesn't like it). So, no matter how many days I go without a free drink, she'll more than make up for (and possibly bankrupt the store on soda charges in the process.)
Also, let it be known to Nixie (and to anyone else), that I am not going to have an update on this if I've been at your house for the past day and a half. It just doesn't happen. If I could figure out a way to write blogs with just my mind, then things would be different, but as it is... No keyboard, no update. Besides, why would you need to read what I've been doing if you've been around me all day?
In closing, I'm going to go take a nap, so here's a picture of Shredder in the bathtub that I obtained off of The Rubber Chicken:
That pretty much sums up my first day of work at the 7-Eleven convenience store. You see, they have this thing where employees get free slushies and fountain drinks, so I just kept refilling my cup with Mt. Dew whenever it got empty. Well, Mt. Dew, like most other sodas, goes right through you, so you're pretty much doomed to be peeing out your eyes for the following six hours. I think I've learned my lesson, though. No more over-doing the free soda; this I can not say will be true for Nixie, as she's learned she is also elligible to receive free slushies and soda (and coffee, but she doesn't like it). So, no matter how many days I go without a free drink, she'll more than make up for (and possibly bankrupt the store on soda charges in the process.)
Also, let it be known to Nixie (and to anyone else), that I am not going to have an update on this if I've been at your house for the past day and a half. It just doesn't happen. If I could figure out a way to write blogs with just my mind, then things would be different, but as it is... No keyboard, no update. Besides, why would you need to read what I've been doing if you've been around me all day?
In closing, I'm going to go take a nap, so here's a picture of Shredder in the bathtub that I obtained off of The Rubber Chicken:
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Almost Forgot I Had This...
Actually, that's a lie; I'm still a full-blown blog-junkie and I'm constantly saying "I should blog about this" when something remotely interesting comes up. Fact of the matter, however, is that I'm lazy and haven't really been pushing myself to make new posts lately. This is a bad habit to fall into, however.
So, top news this entry: Nixie is now officially a model. I accompanied her to a photo shoot maybe a week or so ago, and when she received the photos from the photographer, she submitted them to a site called "Model Mayhem". She mentioned that it's a difficult site to get accepted into (I can't say one way or the other on that), and so congratulations are in order as she's finally getting some exposure. Let's hope it doesn't go to her head too much... heh.
Also this entry, zombies:
Went and saw Zombieland for the midnight showing on Friday (Thursday night, technically), and despite having to go to AMC to see it (moronic MJR doesn't bother with these things unless it's incredibly mainstream and guaranteed to be popular), it was friggin' amazing. Nixie also enjoyed it quite a bit, and we'll likely be seeing it again next week some time. Also learned that the extra two dollars and fifty cents extra you pay for AMC buys you more piece of mind. When the new twilight movie trailer came on (yes, I know it's a title, but the capitalisation is meant as a sign of respect... bahahahaha), Nixie responded with her usual extremely loud "boo", which at MJR is usually overpowered by the cheering of brain-dead, spoiled high school girls. At AMC, however, there was a very nice booing reverb that followed, and in one of the rows behind me was quite a memorable quote:
"I don't see why people hate that movie so much; it was truly one of the great comedies of 2009. That, and I managed to remind the entire theatre I was an asshole by laughing through the entire thing."
And so I learned that geeks who truly appreciate zombie movies go to AMC, and don't bother with MJR and their "clap along" theme song.
So, top news this entry: Nixie is now officially a model. I accompanied her to a photo shoot maybe a week or so ago, and when she received the photos from the photographer, she submitted them to a site called "Model Mayhem". She mentioned that it's a difficult site to get accepted into (I can't say one way or the other on that), and so congratulations are in order as she's finally getting some exposure. Let's hope it doesn't go to her head too much... heh.
Also this entry, zombies:
Went and saw Zombieland for the midnight showing on Friday (Thursday night, technically), and despite having to go to AMC to see it (moronic MJR doesn't bother with these things unless it's incredibly mainstream and guaranteed to be popular), it was friggin' amazing. Nixie also enjoyed it quite a bit, and we'll likely be seeing it again next week some time. Also learned that the extra two dollars and fifty cents extra you pay for AMC buys you more piece of mind. When the new twilight movie trailer came on (yes, I know it's a title, but the capitalisation is meant as a sign of respect... bahahahaha), Nixie responded with her usual extremely loud "boo", which at MJR is usually overpowered by the cheering of brain-dead, spoiled high school girls. At AMC, however, there was a very nice booing reverb that followed, and in one of the rows behind me was quite a memorable quote:
"I don't see why people hate that movie so much; it was truly one of the great comedies of 2009. That, and I managed to remind the entire theatre I was an asshole by laughing through the entire thing."
And so I learned that geeks who truly appreciate zombie movies go to AMC, and don't bother with MJR and their "clap along" theme song.
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