First, when I called the radio station to "win" the tickets I was caller #4. Hang up. Give it one more shot and am miraculously "Caller #9". What are the odds? Apparently pretty damn good when trying to get tickets for the crapfest called "Gigli".
Second sign was when I go to pick up the tickets, they ask me how many I want - which never happens on radio giveaways. (I took two extra that I wasn't even able to give away.) Obviously the radio station knew this was going to be a crapfest and didn't even bother wasting any of their precious radio station crap on giveaways before the flick.
Third, and finally, when Christopher Walken's cameo is so excrutiatingly bad that you can't wait for his scene to be over.
It was then that the anvil crushed my skull and I did what I had only done one other time (and then it wasn't because it was bad) - I got up and left the movie. 45 min into it. And it felt like soooooooooo much longer. It was bad. No, really. I mean it. Like, drive me to want to watch Eric Roberts movies kind of bad. Bad.
I can see that the television columnist for the Washington Post tries to be funny and witty in her column, but she just comes off as a fucking bitch when discussing an upcoming prime time sitcom on NBC:
"The critic was referring to the show's running time in some markets in Middle
America, where prime time is 7 to 10 p.m. instead of 8 to 11 p.m. like God
intended. The broadcast networks continue to run prime time an hour earlier
in Middle America because people there have to get up earlier to milk their
cows."
What the fuck? That is just fucking rude. And yeah, we all get up when the roosters crow, chew on hay and fuck our relatives because we are all backwards ass farmers out here in the Heartland. Let alone, that God invented prime time. He has a freakin' Tivo and doesn't care when it's on because it will be there for him to watch later.
Bitch.
So, it's been 3 years ago today since I had a Coke and I can honestly say that I don't miss it anymore. Sure, there is the occassional craving for a big icy Coke at, say, a baseball game or something, but overall, meh.
*pats herself on the back again*
It is sad what this 86yo man did. But this 85yo man still mediates International disputes (although, granted, I doubt he drives himself anywhere). That being the case, I do not think that age can determine a person's abilities and that having an arbitrary cut-off age for licenses, etc. isn't really the answer to solving these types of accidents.
I think that yearly (or even bi-yearly like pilots) testing would be good. And you could start it the year you begin receiving your social security benefits. Its a fixed age, just as there is a fixed age to get your license in the first place, so that takes out some of the randomness. It could just become one of those milestone numbers we have already - 16 to drive, 18 to vote, 21 to drink. Those are supposedly in place for our "protection", so why not have one when we are older, too.
I have always thought that "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" was such a shit song, since it talks about two people looking to "escape" their relationship by answering/placing a personal ad to cheat on the other, instead of just calling it quits and then just laughing about it in the end. Um, bullshit.
Anyway, turns out this Isreali couple must not have heard that part about laughing it off, because they are getting a divorce and he is claiming she committed adultery.
Gah, I still hate that song.
