Primer A thinker movie written/directed/filmed/starred/scored/produced by this guy for $7000 and bought up by Time Warner. Watch it seven times and understand it mostly.
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10 things I don't like at all:
Off-brand TUMS - A genetically inherited heartburn condition has left me plagued with eating these chalky bits of calcium carbonate till I die. I especially hate the orange ones, which curiously overpopulate the rest. Perhaps this is a result of the flavor-mixer worker in the factory. I can just picture him/her receiving a denial for a bathroom break, and then bitterly yanking the orange lever as far as it will go. When I break the seal on a Miejer antacid mega-tub, I can almost hear the sadistic laughter still echoing from within.
Writhing maggots.
When I gave the Arion Award to Jesse and not Steve.
The Postman - a three hour big-budget cinematic piece of vomit directed and starring Kevin Costnar. The climax of the movie is Costnar's slow motion postal-worker horse gallup as he grabs a letter from a kid's hand, restoring order and hope to a post-apocalyptic world. Terrible. The only thing that has stopped me from filing suit against Costnar for personal injury over this film is Tom Petty's cameo during hour two. This film is one of those things you wish the world could uninvent.
The usually shouted phrase 'Are you kidding me???', when 'you' refers to an event/reality and not a person. Professional sports have been irreversibly corrupted by this linguistic practice.
When Hot'N'Now ended its 39-cent hamburger deal.
How I broke up with my (perfectly wonderful) girlfriend Megan the first half of ninth grade through the complicated methodology of 'ignoring her'. Even though she tried to salvage our hand-holding relationship through Christmas presents (2 PlenTPaks of gum and $12 in Cadillac5 gift certificates), I remained bent on my goal of arbitrary absolvement. I stoicly bought her nothing. We stopped 'going out' before New Years 1998. Megan, if you're out there, ....sorry.
Trampoline jumping in the Olympics. Chubby bunny cannot be far behind.
When I would walk my beloved (now deceased) dog Dutch and he would run ahead and I would walk up behind him gorging himself on the seepage from a dead deer's entrails that had turned black since last time I walked him when he ran ahead and I came up on him eating the seepage of this dead deer's entrails.
