Long time ago, when he was living in Gainesville (that woman he was married to back then was going to the University of Florida). On the public TV channel, they showed the program "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." He almost wet himself watching it, he laughed so hard. There was six episodes and it was all British and done cheap and he said it was wonderful.
Later, he bought himself the books and had a good time reading them. He went all crazy for the Hitchhiker's Guide. He still is a little too much into it. In fact, if you check back, the name of his first post on his blog is "42." If you haven't seen the movie or read the books, you won't get it.
Anyway, last weekend, he posted a review that folks who hadn't read the books or seen the old stuff wouldn't get. I told him it was a bad idea. What a dumbass.
So, what's the point of all this? Simple. He goes overboard on movies and stuff. He don't know how to do stuff in moderation. He needs to work on that. He could take a lesson from me in that.
For example, the new Star Wars movie, Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith, is out soon, and I'm getting ready for it. In fact, I'm ready for it now:

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Something about a grown man in a diaper wielding a lightsabre makes me want to strangle George Lucas.
ReplyDeleteGood grief...where do you get these pictures every week?
ReplyDeleteRound the Reader: Wednesday, 11 May 2005
ReplyDeleteToday I'm posting Round the Reader a little behind schedule. Why? Because I'm not going to work today. Why? Because I have nothing to accomplish? Why? Because I have no job. Life is good when you have less that twenty...
Tom:
ReplyDeleteI understand. I step away for one day a week and stuff like this happens.
Sis:
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure who is the most wrong in these situations: the person being photographed, the photographer, the person who releases the pictures into the wild (the Internet), or those that post them on other sites.
There's plenty of blame to go around. Including anyone who sees it here and grabs it for posting on another site. It'll happen.
Red, ain't I done told you to quit puttin them thar pichurs rite below them cliks. Bout made me lose my teeth...
ReplyDeleteGahhhh!
ReplyDeleteWow, just wow.
ReplyDeleteAnd to think this guy may have kids one day; and that they're bound to see dad in a diaper swinging around a lightsabre, wow.
I shall go pour bleach into my eyes now.
I Have Returnethed
ReplyDeleteSorry for extremely light posting since Saturday,y'all. (Ok,non-existent posting)
I had a sudden and unavoidable personal matter arise, and I wasn't able to do much of anything. So, lemme check right quick and get some gratuitous name dropping cau...
" Including anyone who sees it here and grabs it for posting on another site. It'll happen."
ReplyDeleteAyup, that would be me...
:D
AIIII!!! MY EYES!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou've got to wonder, what the hell was that guy thinking?
That's a redneck Jedi,alright. His handle is a maglight and his saber "blade" is the size of a PVC pipe. Tsk.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, that ain't the same fella what was playing 'Redneck Twister' in that picture from WTW two weeks ago, is it? My britches dang near looked as bad as his after I seen that nastiness. Ech
Bubba Wan Kenobi, reportin' for doodie, sir! Just nasty, Cousin Red!
Thanks to all. And apologies to all. I may have to take the keys back from Cousin Red.
ReplyDeleteRound the Reader: Wednesday, 11 May 2005
ReplyDeleteToday I'm posting Round the Reader a little behind schedule. Why? Because I'm not going to work today. Why? Because I have nothing to accomplish? Why? Because I have no job. Life is good when you have less that twenty...