So I saw Borat last night. I won't spoil anything, but I will say it far suprassed even my heaviest expectations for classicness. It's tough to call this a "great movie" for obvious reasons; still, it was probably the most entertaining series of vignettes you'll ever watch.
But more than that, I'm actually quite relieved I saw it in the theater. I'm the type of guy that will miss a movie on opening weekend, then miss it the next weekend, and before you know it, I won't see it at all. Then because everyone's already seen it, and because they're all fawning over how much they love it, I won't catch it at all, not even on television or DVD or Betamax, mostly out of spite. That's how I roll.
And that's the story of how I've never seen the movie Braveheart. Did you just gasp audibly? I bet some of you just turned to your loved ones and said, "Holy fuck, I thought this kid was somewhat decent, but now I think he's a fucking turd licker. He licks turds!"
It's true (well, not about the turds), I've never seen Braveheart, and I have no desire to do so at this point. Show of hands, how many of youse think a little differently of me than before you read this post? It's crazy, but information like that has caused all sorts of people to kick me in the junk, burn my mother with a menthol cigarette and call me a "purse-toting, cock-loving Mary."
So I'm glad I caught Borat, a truly awesome moviegoing experience from popcorn to credits. It's-a niiiice. That was an easy ending.
Slack Anniversary of the Day: I can't believe it's been eight years since the last time I tripped my balls off on the magic mushrooms...
Slack Song of the Day: That trip took place at the UIC Pavillion on 11/9/98, one of the more underrated shows I ever saw. Frankenstein > Freebird (a capella) encore? You gotta be shitting me. Stream it.