I found episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000 on Google Video, so that's been eating up most of my time... that and Kingdom of Loathing.
I went to see Eragon last night with a bunch of friends. All I can say about this is that watching MST3K does something to a person. It becomes irresistable to ridicule a movie, and let me tell you, I couldn't shut up during that movie. Wasn't that bad though.
I am in the process of fixing up my computer, buying assorted new parts to make it run better, all so I can run Burning Crusade when it comes out. (Felguards!)
I think that's it. And now for a Meme!
1. Pick twelve of your favourite movies.
2. Then pick one of your favourite quotes/a quote than means something to you from each movie.
3. Post the quotes in your journal.
4. Get those on your friends list to guess what the movie is.
5. Either strike out the quote once it has been correctly identified, or place the guesser's user name directly after the quote.
"It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. It's not as though it's a bag of fucking peanuts now is it?"
"Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON."
"Hey, why don't I just go and eat some hay. I can lay by the bay, make things out of clay, I just may, what'd ya say?"
"Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers failed, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen."
"Right. Let's sort the buyers from the spyers, the needy from the greedy, and those who trust me from the ones who don't, because if you can't see value here today, you're not up here shopping. You're up here shoplifting. You see these goods? Never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite. Fanny by the gaslight. Take a bag, c'mon take a bag. I took a bag home last night. Cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you. Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one there. Handmade in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney. It's as long as my arm. I wish it was as long as something else. Don't think because these boxes are sealed up, they're empty. The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker, and by the look of some of you lot today, I'd make more money with me measuring tape. Here, one price. Ten pound."
"Alright, you primitive screw-heads, listen up! See this? This... is my boomstick! It's a twelve-gauge, double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about $109.95. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt-blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right... shop smart. Shop S-Mart... You got that?!!"
"You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass."
"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different... Now... where was I?"
"There are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade."
"As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "i" in meat pie. Meat is the anagram of team... I don't know what he's talking about."
"No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY?"
"Hey, this Mr. Stay-Puft is okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York... we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!"