March 24, 2000
Parents back from England.Computer fixed.
Life is good.
Here's a bit of a silly rant:
I can't stand people who talk during movies.
I realize that I am anal-retentive and my eyes
become glued and glazed when the silver screen lights up
and suddenly I take it as this precious ceremony that
should be observed with the utmost pious reverence...
I want to beat their heads in.
They are the ones who crinkle food wrappers,
don't know how to whisper when they mumble "witticisms" to their neighbor;
shift around in their chairs, coughing and sighing.
They are the ones who ask "What'd he say?" while the character's speaking, who ask "Why'd he do that?" when we're about to find out... the ones who think it pertinent to loudly tell their companion how "Something like that happened to me once, it was so funny, see..." and so forth.
I want to do them bodily damage.
They giggle inappropriately,
smack gum,
receive pages mid-film,
put their feet on my head rest,
rot.
...Damn kids!
heh, I'm not really this bitter, my Daddy just told me to go to bed and I'm pouty.
Nevertheless, damn kids!
Learn some respect!
(shakes cane)
Goodnight, all...
Oh, and sign my new guestbook and write lots of art reviews.
Bosch.
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