X was home for the weekend, so Friday night we went to see Hellboy. I don't have much to say about the movie but the crowd was excellent. We didn't realize it was opening night, and since this is a comic book movie, the theater was filled with young and middle-aged men who all looked and sounded (did I mention the smell?) like the Comic Book Guy on The Simpsons:
"Last night's Itchy & Scratchy was, without a doubt, the worst episode ever. Rest assured I was on the internet within minutes registering my disgust throughout the world."
Plus, the ads before the movie were the most market-specific I've ever seen. Normally they're all Coke and internet sites where you can buy movie tickets. This time, they were all Clearasil, internet dating services, and one for a renaissance fair, I shit you not.
Last night a bunch of us got together at Tim and Lisa's. Originally the plan was for us to go see an act called the Yee Haw's at one of the local venues here in the vortex, but our organizer, who may have been in a pot fog, got the night wrong. So instead we drank lots-o-wine and played Imagine If, which gets progressively more fun and truthful as your drunkeness and exhaustion increases. The group's Imagine If consensus on me seems to be that I'm manic-depressive, mouthy and jackbooted. Go figure.
