Slayer and I went to see Zombieland the other night. And yeah, it was the best cinematic experience ever. I'm so tempted to open up an amusement park with a kill-the-zombie roller coaster. You'd come to my amusement park, wouldn't you? And someone in my general vicinity thinks like I do. There's a haunted house near me where you can supposedly shoot zombies with paintball guns. Which is beyond awesome.
You bet I'm going. Frankly, I can't decide whether I'm reassured by the fact that there's someone else out there like me, or frightened beyond belief.
As we're taking the 10K hike from the lobby down to Theater 18, we pass the sign for Theater 16. Which is showing "Harry P-..." Yes, that's an exact quote. Harry P dash dot dot dot. You know where my mind went. I'm not going to say it out loud. Or blog it out loud. Whatever.
And you've got to wonder whether the person intentionally programmed it like that, giggling maniacally the whole time (look! look! another person like me!), or whether they were totally oblivious about the fun that the pervy people would have.
It's not just the movie people, either. My minivan, Helsing, has one of those sound systems that tells you what song is playing and who the artist is. One day, the Batson insisted that Kelly Clarkson's "My Life Would Suck Without You" was his favorite song, and he refused to let me change the station. The radio people summed up my thoughts on the situation exactly. The whole time that it was playing, the display said "Suck." Nothing else. Just suck.
Am I the only person who laughs at stuff like this?
Oh, and check out my introduction over at The Elevensies. There are TONS of cool books coming out in 2011, and I'm one of them!