so, uh, SPIDER-MAN 2 WAS KINDA GOOD HEEEEE

hee! the journal entry i came home and posted after seeing the first one for the first time.

there are three cinemas within a block of eachother in the city centre, they share the movies between them instead of competing. unfortunately spider-man was on in the shitty cinema.  really old and retro, but not in a good way. seats all pretty much one level (ground), and no padding whatsoever (unless you count a bit of fabric over the wooden seat).

anyway. skanky cinema.  and school holidays = cinema full of skanky teenagers.  luckily the audience wasn't too annoyingly noisy (i think vissy was the only one who made noises and 'inappropriate' times), but when we were on our way in to the theatre another group was on their way out, one of which was a teenage boy who had that teenage-boy-in-a-beanie swagger (you know, like, the attempted "my balls are so big, i don't know why i even have legs!" with the funny jiggle like they really really need to scratch but the can't stop moving or their pants will fall down) yelling randomly at the waiting crowds "spoida man dooiees everywun! spoida man dooooiees!" (um, that's the ocker-ist aussie accent there).  what a card!

on the way out i had to stop in the ladies (on account of desperately needing to piss and needing to do so since aunt may decided to pour tea in the first act), and there were a bunch of girls in the queue there who made me feel horribly tall and quite... dressed on account of me seeing opportunities to do that drop-a-pencil-into-homer's-ass-crack thing (if only i'd had a pencil!) all over the place.  anyway they were like "ohmigohhd!  who was that guy? i've seen him somewhere! he's hoh'!"  -- hoh being pronounced with like sharp H's on each end, and a hard 'o' sound in the middle too, kind of like in "dom", ONLY YOU DAMN AMERICANS DON'T PRONOUNCE THAT RIGHT, EITHER, as elvea87 demonstrated at some length.

IT'S NOT DAHM. IT'S DOM!


also, the taxi driver on the way home was psycho. he didn't look anything like his ID and he kept sniffing and cracking his knuckles and DRIVING REALLY BADLY and then not pulling away outside our house for ages.  pah!


spideyay!