Saturday, June 21, 2008

Netflix

Update: I’ve retired from the living room and am about to go to sleep. What a stupid movie. The dialogue is comical, poor Sly looks like burnt rubber and I can hardly understand his Rambo mutters. I’m pretty sure he will kill the bad guy and save the girl. All with a thingy tied around his head.

Movies at Home
27 Dresses
John Adams, Disc 1
Rambo (whatever the new one is called)

I’m cutting up a ripe pineapple and our conversation went a little like this…
John Adams
Rambo
John Adams
Rambo
John Adams
Rambo
John Adams!
Rambo
Please, John Adams
No. Rambo.
John Adams, pleeeeaaazzzeee.
I watched 27 Dresses last night.
Silence.

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