You would think with the Chronicles of Riddick hitting theatres this summer, the brains at BlockBuster might see fit to have more than one copy of Pitch Black per store. Granted, Pitch Black wasn't a really great movie, but I'm apparently not the only person who would like to see it again before they go watch the sequel.
Melissa and I went and saw "The Day After Tomorrow" last night. Here's the scoop. The movie was decent. Special effects were good and convincing without being too over the top. They did a good job of showing how stupid people can really be on numerous occasions. Particularly the people in L.A. standing around watching the tornadoes and the New Yorkers who thought it was a good idea to trudge out into the worst storm the world has ever seen. I mean, c'mon, there was a tidal wave that hit NYC and promptly froze, so you can either build a fire and wait it out, or you can attempt a pilgrimage to New Jersey and hope they're having better weather. And was it just me, or did the president in this movie bear a striking resemblance to Al Gore? But then the vice president looked like Dick Cheney so I don't know what to make of it.
We also saw Club Dread. What a stinker. Broken Lizard should have stuck with the Super Troopers thing. That movie was funny as hell. This movie wasn't funny. It wasn't scary. It was only mildly entertaining. I'm really tempted to say the only thing this movie had going for it was boobies. And if you're a chick watching it, the movie had nothing going for it ...unless you happen to have a fetish for bad accents. Let me save you some money by delivering you the only funny line in the movie: "Was that a fat joke?"
As for things between Melissa and I, I'm tempted to say things have never been better. Don't get me wrong, she still hasn't taken me back, but we've been spending about as much time together as two people can spend together without giving up their jobs. For the most part, I do my best to forget she's not my girlfriend anymore. I mean, if I talk to other people about her, I almost always still refer to her as my girlfriend whether it's a matter of convenience, habit, or just wishful thinking. And, if that bothers her, I'll try to stop.
She told me last night that her ex, Andy, isn't speaking to her anymore. Of course, he introduced her to Sam and then she started hanging out with Sam without Andy knowing, so now Andy doesn't talk to Sam or Melissa. Now, first off, I don't think a guy should let a girl come between him and his friends, unless it's real absolute love -Which it obviously isn't because either way he should be speaking to one of them at least. I've never understood the "I'm pissed at you so I'm not speaking to you" routine. I can sort of see where he's coming from, though. Maybe if I didn't love Melissa I might do the same thing. Certainly not saying I feel sorry for Andy, but I do try to see everyone's point of view.
That brings me to Melissa and Sam. I really hate that I'm asking someone I love to choose between an old flame and a new one. What if I'm wrong? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm too preoccupied with my "pick me!" attitude to consider what's best for Melissa. I mean, I don't know Sam. Maybe he's prince charming, and I'm begging her to be with the toad. As for Sam's point of view, I know I'd be kind of bummed out if I met a really cool girl like Melissa and just as soon as I was getting to know her she started spending all her free time with her ex-boyfriend who suddenly realized what an idiot he had been. If I were Sam, I'd probably tell her not to take me back. That's just the honest truth.
I promised I would quit being a drama queen, so I'll leave it at that. I just wanted it to be known (again) that I do see the big picture and I am sorry for my part in it.
Melissa and I went and saw "The Day After Tomorrow" last night. Here's the scoop. The movie was decent. Special effects were good and convincing without being too over the top. They did a good job of showing how stupid people can really be on numerous occasions. Particularly the people in L.A. standing around watching the tornadoes and the New Yorkers who thought it was a good idea to trudge out into the worst storm the world has ever seen. I mean, c'mon, there was a tidal wave that hit NYC and promptly froze, so you can either build a fire and wait it out, or you can attempt a pilgrimage to New Jersey and hope they're having better weather. And was it just me, or did the president in this movie bear a striking resemblance to Al Gore? But then the vice president looked like Dick Cheney so I don't know what to make of it.
We also saw Club Dread. What a stinker. Broken Lizard should have stuck with the Super Troopers thing. That movie was funny as hell. This movie wasn't funny. It wasn't scary. It was only mildly entertaining. I'm really tempted to say the only thing this movie had going for it was boobies. And if you're a chick watching it, the movie had nothing going for it ...unless you happen to have a fetish for bad accents. Let me save you some money by delivering you the only funny line in the movie: "Was that a fat joke?"
As for things between Melissa and I, I'm tempted to say things have never been better. Don't get me wrong, she still hasn't taken me back, but we've been spending about as much time together as two people can spend together without giving up their jobs. For the most part, I do my best to forget she's not my girlfriend anymore. I mean, if I talk to other people about her, I almost always still refer to her as my girlfriend whether it's a matter of convenience, habit, or just wishful thinking. And, if that bothers her, I'll try to stop.
She told me last night that her ex, Andy, isn't speaking to her anymore. Of course, he introduced her to Sam and then she started hanging out with Sam without Andy knowing, so now Andy doesn't talk to Sam or Melissa. Now, first off, I don't think a guy should let a girl come between him and his friends, unless it's real absolute love -Which it obviously isn't because either way he should be speaking to one of them at least. I've never understood the "I'm pissed at you so I'm not speaking to you" routine. I can sort of see where he's coming from, though. Maybe if I didn't love Melissa I might do the same thing. Certainly not saying I feel sorry for Andy, but I do try to see everyone's point of view.
That brings me to Melissa and Sam. I really hate that I'm asking someone I love to choose between an old flame and a new one. What if I'm wrong? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm too preoccupied with my "pick me!" attitude to consider what's best for Melissa. I mean, I don't know Sam. Maybe he's prince charming, and I'm begging her to be with the toad. As for Sam's point of view, I know I'd be kind of bummed out if I met a really cool girl like Melissa and just as soon as I was getting to know her she started spending all her free time with her ex-boyfriend who suddenly realized what an idiot he had been. If I were Sam, I'd probably tell her not to take me back. That's just the honest truth.
I promised I would quit being a drama queen, so I'll leave it at that. I just wanted it to be known (again) that I do see the big picture and I am sorry for my part in it.
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