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At the Movies (long film titles, to go with all the long lines you'll see this weekend)
Then I suggest you never go into the DMV here. Or a court.— November 26, 2009 3:28 p.m.
Who You Callin' Chicken?
I wrote an episode of Beavis & Butthead, and I had that very thing happen. They discuss getting tattoos, after watching a heavy metal video and seeing all the band members with ink. They figure this is the way to get girls. One mentions the others mom having a lot of tattoos and states that he's going to get a tattoo, of Tattoo from Fantasy Island (the rest of the episode, I have him saying "da plane, da plane!" under his breath). The other wants a toilet tattooed on his behind. Although, I forgot what I wrote him saying, for his logic behind that. Chicken was a great host, and I'm sure she's hosting a fabulous Thanksgiving somewhere. Let's just hope she's serving the other bird, instead of chicken.— November 26, 2009 3:26 p.m.
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Dan continued: I too headed towards the on coming freight trains as paddling back towards shore would mean certain severe crushing punishment. The first wave of the set came. I just got over the top, and then the second moments later, again barely making it over the crest. Breathing heavily, I continued to race to make it beyond danger, knowing in this state I could not hold my breath for long. Then the 3rd wave in this relenting series of terror, a monster, peaking considerably farther out than the 1st two. I looked for Aaron, but in this situation, it's understood every man for himself. The wave began to feather, I scrambled and scratched to get over the top pulling in deepest breaths possible. For a moment, I thought I was over, and then one of the worst feelings for a surfer, slowly getting sucked of the top of the wave, known as the "falls". The first moments of weightlessness are virtually euphoric. Then the slam down to the depths inside a tornado of water not knowing up from down and limbs and body flailing furiously. It felt as if I was goldfish being flushed to oblivion. I'd been here before and knew the key to survival, expend no energy, conserve, and when the painful pangs to get oxygen hit, gulping the air in your mouth is all you got. I used all my inner strength to maintain consciousness, but couldn't help quick visions of my family at my burial. Then as quickly as it hit, I felt the wave releasing it's grasp. I got to the surface only to suck in from the 1 foot layer of foam. Choking, I braced for the next round, not as bad since the 1st wave pulled me quarter way to shore. And the pounding continued, until finally the tips of my toes grazed the ocean floor. Thank god and the will to survive I'm here today.— November 26, 2009 11:10 a.m.
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I should've told Stu that I found his "white face" offensive. Here's the full answer from Dan, which had to be edited: Bad Surf Trip: It was a normal foggy winters day on the desolate San Francisco Coast about 30 years ago. This was before surfing was even considered something to do in the frigid 48 degree gray water. My surfing buddy, Aaron, and I sat in his truck at Sloat Street, heater full blast, watching the waves roll to shore in slow motion as far as we could see. We counted a consistent eight rows of large white water walls we would need to battle in order to make it outside to the surf. This was doable in Aaron's book. Aaron was known as the ultimate paddling machine. Large powerful arms, big hands, and skinny light weight legs. I was in good shape as well and a teenager incapable of turning down a challenge. We suited up in our 4 mil wet suits a began the fight through the surf . An hour later Aaron had finally made it beyond the breakers. I was not far behind but gasping for oxygen after fighting my way through an hours pounding of incredibly powerful white water and waves. Then the terror. Aaron, fifty yards farther out than I was, quickly moved from sitting on his board to paddling position, stroking, efficiently, powerfully outward. I looked out at row after row of huge, ice cold, mountains of water moving toward me. If I panicked, I would be dead.— November 26, 2009 11:09 a.m.
BALDERDASH wars!!!
Scorp, again, you have another flaw in your argument. You brought up "mob mentality". And you talk about the Beatles, Elvis, and Lambert. I don't think girls going crazy over those people is "mob mentality". I didn't see women jumping on Adam when he left the Late Show last night, the way the Beatles were when they left that very same building. And the women on these boards, that like Lambert...they aren't saying they like him because mobs and mobs of women like him. And lastly, I DO NOT THINK (even if it is a majority of women on Black Friday) that they are going there because they LIKE the mobs. They are going because they like shopping. Or they want to get in on the sales, or whatever other reason. They aren't doing it BECAUSE it's the thing to do on the Friday following turkey day.— November 26, 2009 10:50 a.m.
Turkey Day
Great read, refried. A wonderful way to start Thanksgiving morning (along with football on the screen beside me). I agree, though, that the turkey for you doesn't necessarily warrant you getting angry over. I still don't follow that logic completely. Happy Thanksgiving.— November 26, 2009 10:44 a.m.
San Diego Coalition of Reason
I agree with SDaniels about WHY the film moves into color. I thought the movie was okay (great cast). But it could've been better. It just seemed there wasn't enough to consider it a great film. An amazing concept for a film, that's for sure.— November 26, 2009 10:37 a.m.
Taking a Stand by Refusing to Stand
"the Aston-Martin of hot dogs" is one great line. I'm just not a big hot dog fan in general. It's not because of the phallic shape of it. It's just the whole...I dunno. Not knowing what is in there. But, at a BBQ, nothing better than hot dogs on the grill, drenched in ketchup and mustard.— November 26, 2009 10:34 a.m.
At the Movies (long film titles, to go with all the long lines you'll see this weekend)
Well, I see very few fat people in Costco (the few times I've gone). So I'm not sure that applies. People go there to buy a 25 pound tub of mustard, for god knows what reason. I bought a regular size Frenchs Mustard a year ago that's still going strong. Also, I have a friend that gets us into many movies for free. But if there's something I really want to see and he doesn't (Prescious, for example), I don't mind forking over the $11 per ticket. We got Netflix, but I'm not a big fan. If there was something I wanted to see, I saw it. I also think some movies deserve to be seen on the big screen (take James Camerons new "Avatar").— November 26, 2009 10:02 a.m.
The Messenger
The only overacting was a bit by Harrelson. The performances are all great. And this film deserves 3 stars, dang it!!!— November 26, 2009 2:13 a.m.