bradethq

The razor burn I have is some kind of evil, mutated razor burn sent from the future to irritate my neck with extreme prejudice.

I went to see The Grudge last night. Some parts were genuinely creepy and kinda scary and others were a little predictable. More than once they used the ol' "Holy shit!! *loud fucking noise* oh, it's just a kitty cat" trick. It was still quite enjoyable and now I really want to see the original version.
I don't understand how people with functioning brains can talk during a movie (in a theater). I know that it's a tired, useless thing to complain about, but yeesh. Theres nothing wrong with wispering something to the person you're with, but some people like to talk like they're at home by themselves. The seats should deliver a mild (or not so mild) electric shock to anyone who talks too much. I'm sorry, I'll shut up.

I'm looking forward to meeting some of you folks in the flesh on Sat. night. Toodles!