Just forget the words and sing along

Saturday, August 30, 2003

A week ago, my parents bought a new television. Being a new model, it is perfectly colour corrected and has high-end S-video inputs for DVD. Needless to say, I've wasted a lot of time this past week re-watching most of my DVDs and just enjoying them with the most crystal clear picture I've ever seen them. So, you can understand my frustration this evening when I'm watching Ghostbusters for the 9,000,000,000th time and I lose the left speaker on my stereo. It's one of those problems that just bugs me. I think the problem is in the cable. I have an extra set of stereo cables that I'll try tomorrow.

*sigh* Someday, I'm going to have my own home, with a large, top-of-the-line home theater, and once I have it running at optimal performance, you're all invited over to my house to watch Ghostbusters, Independence Day, Monsters, Inc., The Lord of the Rings, Spider-Man, and that one Japanese porn DVD I picked up in Akihabara.

Don't worry. I'm kidding. I don't own Lord of the Rings.

I also finally picked up Good Morning Vietnam on DVD. It's one of my all-time favourite movies, but I've never owned it in any format. Never even taped it off of television! Watching it now, my God, there was so much of it that was so far over my head when I first saw it at the age of 10. "the Mississippi River broke through a protective dyke today. What is a protective dyke? Is that a large woman standing by the river?" "You are in the most dire need of blowjob than any white man on the planet." Jeez, I was quoting that to my fellow fifth graders and I had no idea what I meant.

You know, because I have this low constitution for horror movies (as Mr. Anderson will verify. He took me to see The Ring and I was screaming out loud 10 minutes into it), some people tend to think that I had this very sheltered upbringing and my parents never let me watch any R-rated movies as a kid. As I look back now, I saw lots of R-rated movies when I was a kid! But not Friday the 13th or Halloween or A Nightmare on Elm Street. No, the R-rated movies I was raised on were Good Morning Vietnam and Porky's and Slap Shot. Good raunchy comedies where the R-rating came from sexual inneundo, lots of cussing, and the occasional jiggly boobs. I guess I just perfer laughing to screaming.

Wow. Ghostbusters is a 19-year old movie. Can you believe it? It was among the first DVDs I bought. I kept saying I was going to get Ghostbusters II on DVD. It's in all the discount bins, now. No more excuses!

Next Issue...Housewarming Party! Rated R for sexual inneundo, lots of cussing, and (God willing) jiggly boobs.

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