December 19th, 2003


You had an Oliphant. His name was Stampy. You loved him.

As I sat in the theater last night waiting for Mickey to return with the popcorn and watching some Hootie and the Blowfish video, I was overcome with emotion. It nearly brought me to tears, and yet, filled me with an enormous sense of pride. How often do you sit in a movie theater knowing that you're about to see one of the best films ever made? In 1941, did anyone know they were about to see one of the best films ever made, or did they just want to go check out this "Citizen Somethingorother flick" their friend said was good?

And yet, I felt a great sadness. It was like looking at that last wrapped present under the Christmas tree. Yes, it's going to be awesome, but after it's open, present time is over and I have to go take a shower and get ready for dinner and stuff.

I had to call Gamer and express all of this. He warned that in my schoolgirl-like giddiness, I may have gotten my hopes too high and that the movie could only go downhill and it hadn't even started yet.

It didn't go downhill. I was holding my head in disbelief for parts of it, and clapping and cheering like some sort of mental patient. It was everything I had hoped. I literally have a cut on my palm from where my fingernail broke the skin.

And now for a special note to Charlie "Two Weeks Notice was even better than Maid in Manhattan" Stoessell and other idiot movie critics: The reason why the conclusion secnes were 45 minutes long is because this is a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE. You can't just wrap it up in the usual 5 minutes.

I hate you, Charlie Stoessel.
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Sociology in Action

Our evening at Ballston Mall also provided a nice field study on the Stupidity of the Public.

1) At Chick-Fil-A: Crowd of people standing around counter. Some waiting for their placed orders, others waiting to place orders. Cashier announces, "Next Customer Please!" A girl near the front of the crowd wearing an idiotic Strange Brew-esque hat, stares blankly with her mouth open. Another woman, also standing near the front of the crowd looks around, and then replies, "I'll take a number one with diet coke." Hoser girl stands there open-mouthed a few moments longer, looks around and then says to her similarly stupidly dressed boyfriend, "hey, I was next."

2) Wating outside of the movie theater: 50-deep line of people stand under a handwritten sign that says "8:30". At least five new people wander up to the line and say, "is this for Lord of the Rings?" Nope. We're all waiting to see the 8:30 showing of Honey.

3) Waiting for the film to begin: They let the waiting crowd into the theater at 7:55 for the 8:30 showing. Mick and I got the best seats in the house (the handicapped seats at the bottom of the stadium rows) and watched as people started filling in. For what may be the most anticipated movie of the year, a whole lot of people didn't think getting there earlier than 8:20 was necessary for the second day of its release. More open-mouthed staring ensued as people stood looking at the filled seats. Then two jarheads came in and one was trying to convince the other that yes, the seats that had coats on them were in fact taken.
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