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So I get home from work today (yes, I work on Sundays. It's OK, I worship Satan so it's no big deal) to find that my teenagers have discovered a bunch of movies that my older kids left at our house. I glance at the TV and Bram Stoker's Dracula is playing. I barely paid attention because it was horrible, just got on the computer instead. So...they're sifting through movies and my 13 year old pops in Starship Troopers. This pisses me off immediately. I don't recall who was responsible for this artless book-rape but I'd like to kill him/her. And now I'm more pissed because I know the douchebags in Hollywood won't remake it because the movie sucked giant infected penis and didn't make a huge load of cash. All because the ****tard who made this movie just couldn't tell a story. What a load of shit. That is all.
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Good friends we have had, oh, good friends we've lost...along the way. In this great future, you can't forget your past. So dry your tears, I say.
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