Tina Belcher and butts.
Tina Belcher and butts.
1st grade. My class had just returned from lunch and we were now in a line outside of the restrooms. To help keep her students quiet while waiting their turn, Mrs. C had started her version of the quiet game. She chose a student to observe their classmates, and the CHOSEN ONE would eventually pick the most quiet person in line (AKA their bff) who would begin the process again. While I waited to be picked, I felt a strange cramping feeling building in my abdomen but I had decided it was the dizzying hope of being selected as the CHOSEN ONE that made my insides twist. A few students in, I was rewarded for my quietness (not absolute quiet as my stomach was making some funky sounds) with a tap on the shoulder by my best friend. I took my position as CHOSEN ONE very seriously. I sauntered up and down the line, looking each classmate in the eye to assess their worthiness as my successor. SUCH POWER I WIELDED. But ugh, being a paragon of silence was hard. My body felt like it was in active revolt against my newly-bestowed position, but my mind knew I was destined for greater things and ignored the protests issuing forth rather audibly from my stomach. After much deliberation, I had made my decision. I had benevolently chosen the New Kid near the back of the line as my heir. Each step I took made my insides spasm. Was my body trying to tell me New Kid was the wrong choice? Before I could reconsider my options I felt this roiling pressure rising and finally understood what was happening. I lunged forward. As my fingers brushed New Kid’s arm, an inordinate amount of partially-digested pizza erupted from my tiny body and splattered our shoes and jeans. New Kid, I’m sorry for puking on you when a toilet was literally on the other side of the wall you were leaning against. And for having a much more memorable reign as CHOSEN ONE.
You guys do know that this person is making observations about the movie, not the book and movie as one entity, right? You shouldn’t have to read the book to “get” the movie. The movie should be able to stand on its own merit. Nearly everyone who watches movies understands that the book is better than the movie in most cases, but that does not mean poor* adaptations should not be criticized since the book exists. Seriously, did this really need to be said or is every person that enjoyed the book and/or movie in hyper-sensitive defense mode? *doesn’t necessarily apply to If I Stay as I have not seen it, though judgement will be passed later ;)
#12. I love both the 360 and PS3 (and my 3DS) because the console war crap is so middle school dramatic, but seriously fuck the way the PS3 gets game updates. My niece wanted to play LBP2 last weekend and it took ages for it to download and install numerous updates. This process goes by so much faster on the 360.
#20 I’m still amazed that nearly every guy at school that drew dicks was terrible at drawing dicks. You have a built-in drawing reference in your pants that you can see without the use of a mirror!