- Snakes on a Plane
- Gigli
- Evil Dead 2
- Army of Darkness
- Dude, Where's My Car?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
666: Mark of the Feast
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This post is cursed by Satan, Lord of Darkness himself. This is the six-hundred sixty-sixth post on my blog. I actually have another story from my youth almost ready to go, but I can't let this landmark number go without direct mention. I suppose I could play up the 666 with all sorts of blasphemous references and talk about my favorite sins, but how would that be any different from most of my other posts? Instead I will tell you about tomorrow (well, technically tonight). Alie, Elizabeth, Hedy, Lesley, and my friend Mary, who will be meeting the Blogger Mafia babes (sans Sandra, who has a hot date) for the first time, will all be coming to my humble home to bask in some of the shittiest schlock sharted onto celluloid. The group vote, which until now, has not officially been revealed to the others, added the following movies to our viewing queue:
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Thanks for putting our names in alphabetical order.
I'm very methodical that way (whatever that means). Actually that was complete coincidence (seriously!!). Weird.
I'll bring the donkey...
The butter for the desserts is softening as we speak!
So then it was in order of who you like best? At least I'm not last.
Alie, I've already hired the donkey show. They're coming all the way from Tijuana.
Lesley, can't wait! I likes me some dessert.
Hedy, actually I ordered you all by your credit card numbers. Hope you don't mind that I stole all of your identities. I just ordered a pearl necklace for Alie with Elizabeth's Discover card.
And here I am on the East Coast missing out on all that fun. *sigh* everyone else always has all the fun 'cept me.
UGH, other than Gigli, I'm totally missing out! Have fun tonight, wish I could be in two places at once.
Photos.
Copious and explicit.
If only you had replaced Gigli with Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, this would be a night of truly magnificent cinema. As it is, you have the finely tuned thespian efforts of Bruce Campbell and Sean William Scott tainted with the foul taste of the humpbacked beast known as J-Lo.
Oh well, I suppose it'll at least be fun to look for the work of the hardest working member of J-Lo's entourage throughout the movie.
And yes, I AM just jealous. I've always wanted my own professional nipple tweaker.
Helloooo, did you all survive? How were the MFin' snakes on the MFin plane?
Sandra, I was coming to post the same kind of thing. It's 1:00, fergodsakes. Those must be heavy duty hangovers.
Janda, you and your man are always welcome if you ever come through Minneapolis.
Sandra, Gigli was an absolute fucking train wreck. I think we watched it last, and by that time we were all so lit up and engaged in conversation that none of us really paid much attention other than to occasionally turn to the screen to marvel at the particularly horrible acting in a scene. Snakes on a Plane kicked ass! It was so over the top ridiculous that it was funny. I think it worked because it was very self-aware in it's awfulness.
Bo, you got it. Both Hedy and I have photos from last night posted today. I think a few of us are either hung over or at least a little worse for the wear today. I was astounded at how much beer we went through.
Rich, we talked about Harold and Kumar several times last night, and I'm not sure why none of us thought of that one! Granted, we didn't give a shit what was playing by the time we put the last movie in anyway.
Jeremy, thanks for ordering the pearl necklace. You saved me a trip to the junk yard for Alie's birthday.
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