an incomparable viewing experience
Nov. 6th, 2004 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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For the past day or so I was engaged in delicate negotiations with Bob to go see a movie Saturday night (which was tonight). Earlier in the day, the whole thing was off. Then it was on again, as Bob called me from the mall and asked if I still wanted to see a movie -- most likely The Incredibles, since Mrs. Bob wasn't up for Team America. Bob also mentioned that this place on the mall had Invader Zim action figures, and also filled me in that the second and third Zim DVD sets were out, completing the series. Oh, and then later he called and said Mrs. B's cold had taken a turn for the worse, so he was going to do the nursemaid thing, and the movie was off.
That, to me, meant one thing: I'd be seeing Team America. And I did. And it was, well, fairly amusing, though not as much as the South Park movie had been. After a while I was looking at my watch, and by the end, when the obligatory murders of misguided liberals were going down, I was thinking of my post-movie plans. On balance, there was maybe 30 minutes of inspired, first-rate material, another 30 of solid yuks, and another 38 of humor by-products. None of the songs was that great, but when they did the end credits, they did them as a medley, so none of them was on long enough to be really boring, so that was nice. The projectionist cut off the final word, which I expect was "carring."
As I endured the exit lines from the theater, I remembered Bob's words from earlier in the day: Invader Zim DVD sets. Wal-Mart. I was in the center where K-Mart was, so I looked there first. Then I went to Wal-Mart and poked around until I found both sets (and some dollar DVDs that I expect to get my six bucks of entertainment from later on), and drove home, enjoying the funny effect the Doppler Shift had on street lights. Once inside, I chatted briefly with Cathy, and then nipped back to the computer and put a Zim disk in. It was the wrong disk. I tried again, and found what I was looking for: "Zim Eats Waffles." I watched it.
Now, even if the world ends before morning, I have seen "Zim Eats Waffles." It's all right for you to envy me. Heck, I'd be envious too. Every bit of it was super. It was, as my title will amply verify, an imcomparable viewing experience. And there are more unaired Zim episodes in the set waiting for my attention.
Life is sweet, ya know?
.
For the past day or so I was engaged in delicate negotiations with Bob to go see a movie Saturday night (which was tonight). Earlier in the day, the whole thing was off. Then it was on again, as Bob called me from the mall and asked if I still wanted to see a movie -- most likely The Incredibles, since Mrs. Bob wasn't up for Team America. Bob also mentioned that this place on the mall had Invader Zim action figures, and also filled me in that the second and third Zim DVD sets were out, completing the series. Oh, and then later he called and said Mrs. B's cold had taken a turn for the worse, so he was going to do the nursemaid thing, and the movie was off.
That, to me, meant one thing: I'd be seeing Team America. And I did. And it was, well, fairly amusing, though not as much as the South Park movie had been. After a while I was looking at my watch, and by the end, when the obligatory murders of misguided liberals were going down, I was thinking of my post-movie plans. On balance, there was maybe 30 minutes of inspired, first-rate material, another 30 of solid yuks, and another 38 of humor by-products. None of the songs was that great, but when they did the end credits, they did them as a medley, so none of them was on long enough to be really boring, so that was nice. The projectionist cut off the final word, which I expect was "carring."
As I endured the exit lines from the theater, I remembered Bob's words from earlier in the day: Invader Zim DVD sets. Wal-Mart. I was in the center where K-Mart was, so I looked there first. Then I went to Wal-Mart and poked around until I found both sets (and some dollar DVDs that I expect to get my six bucks of entertainment from later on), and drove home, enjoying the funny effect the Doppler Shift had on street lights. Once inside, I chatted briefly with Cathy, and then nipped back to the computer and put a Zim disk in. It was the wrong disk. I tried again, and found what I was looking for: "Zim Eats Waffles." I watched it.
Now, even if the world ends before morning, I have seen "Zim Eats Waffles." It's all right for you to envy me. Heck, I'd be envious too. Every bit of it was super. It was, as my title will amply verify, an imcomparable viewing experience. And there are more unaired Zim episodes in the set waiting for my attention.
Life is sweet, ya know?
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