MPAA training Dogs to Sniff Out DVDs
I send burned DVD's with demo software out by Fedex all the time to customers with NDA's. The freakin' movie
people think that they have the right to open my packages because someone wants a copy of a piece of crap like King Kong?
Bullshit. It's easier for me to use DVD's, but I'll be setting up a private, firewalled FTP now. I'd rather give my money to a hosting company than a company who will allow a private organization to search my mail.
I can't actually remember the last movie I saw in the theater, the last DVD I rented was Duck Soup for the boys, they like the Marx Bros. The last thing my wife and I rented sucked real bad and we turned it off.
I saw the Chronicles of Riddick on HBO one night, meh. But not too bad.
Reading Nelson's Trafalgar : The Battle That Changed the World
to keep my mind off of the itty-bitty planes that Delta keeps putting me on. Quick read, good book.
I've found out that I can search the card catalog of my local library on-line, which is cool, so now I don't have to go down there in order to throw darts, I just pick from the recommended list. Sometimes it pans out, sometimes it doesn't.
I wish I had the cash to buy books, but then the last book I took out was garbage, so my cheapiosity probably saved me from finding the author and repeatedly cock-punching him until he 1) learned to tell a story and 2) gave me my money back. Instead I'm just going to let the air out of the librarian's tires.
I've decided not to risk flying Delta next week, going to go American. We'll see...we'll see.
iTunes is playing Lyle Lovett and it's raining, so I am mellow, mellow, mellow. Except....
My wife is going to go look at a house. My mother told her to, so I am assuming my mother is either going to buy this one, or pay for that one. Or she's just screwing with me. I think that's it. I can almost hear her manic cackle all the way from Philadelphia. I wonder if she and my father shared a good hearty laugh over dinner last night, So without further ado:
The Like a Train Wreck Players present:Dinner at Granny Kate's Housea tragedy in less than one act
Granny Kate: "Pat, maddmom called me today."
Granny Kate: "We talked about what she wanted to do to her house."
Grandpop: "I can do it next weekend, if I can get off. Tell madolderbrother to round up the tools and buy gas."
Madolderbrother: "snore" flips over on the couch and buts his hands over his ears.
Granny Kate: "You don't have to go, I told her not to do it."
Grandpop: "Oh yeah?"
Granny Kate: (giggles) "I told her to just buy another house"
Granny Kate: "Mwuhahahahahahahahahahah!"
Grandpop: "This is even better than when you gave his 11 year-old-son his Junior Year yearbook. Mwuhahahahaahahahahahahahahah!"
Granny Kate: "That'll teach the little prick I meant business when I said be home by midnight! Mwuhahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!"
Madyoungersister: "you people are craaaaaazy!
Granny Kate: "Oh, you'll get yours girlie. You'll get yours....."
Grandpop: "buy another house....haha...I think I just peed a little..."