For those of you that don't know him, there are a few things you should know.
#1: Till he met us, Jeremy had never seen any horror films. (Well, none worth mentioning really).
#2: We marathoned the first 9 'Friday the 13th' films.
#3: He's not really Jewish. I've mentioned this before.
Anyways, Jeremy gave the movie the greatest endorsement I think he's ever given any film we've watched. He said, and I quote: "That movie was so good I almost quit drinking so I could pay more attention."
Yes, there had been considerable ammounts of alcohol consumed, but that aside, it really is a good movie. Even if you're completely unfamilliar with Freddy or Jason (the Jew has actually never seen a 'Nightmare On Elm Street' movie. We're working on that.) you can jump right in and still enjoy it. That is if watching teenagers get turned into cube steak for an hour and a half is your idea of entertainment.
It is mine.
Oh, while I'm typing, some friends of mine, a guy I went to high school with and his wife (whose names I'm withholding for reasons that will become clear) have a little boy that's almost 3 years old. He plays HALO on the X-box, and for his age he's very good. So he's walking around the house the other day and a new phrase parts his lips: "What the hell?"
This naturally perplexes the parents who don't routinely use that phrase. Perplexes them until thier oldest boy explains to them that the other characters in the video game say that when they encounter the enemy.
This brings to three the total of phrases he's learned from HALO. Those being:
"What the hell?"
"I need the shotgun."
And "Me kill."
Anyways, I left out the names should anyone take offense to the idea of a two year old playing a 'Mature' rated game and learning such colorfull speech from it.
By the way, if you DID take offense, I'd like you to take a nice long look at the world around you and try shutting the fuck up. They're good parents and he's a good kid. Hell, he makes me want to have kids, and that takes a fucking LOT.
Well, sun's coming up. I'm going to bed. I'm sure I'll think of something else to write by tomorrow. Hell, I'm fairly certain that some of it might have actually occurred even.
Not that I'd lie to you guys. It's just that my memory has been a little multiple-choice lately if you know what I mean.
See you in hell.