Sorry, wrong number.
So then, after the horrifying night of the uncle, chapter 3,878,734, I was awaiting the arrival of a DVD and a migraine from said uncle. 20:00 sharp, he shows up and instantly starts going on about some guy at work picking on him and laughing at his tears of embarrassment. The uncle is damned near fifty I believe, and griping to me about a seventeen-year-old picking on him at work. This boohoo'ing went on for a solid half-hour, during which time I prepared MvMMDI for the upcoming Fahrenheit 9/11 review and then started up the ol' Starcraft. After the teenie-torment story was over, uncle brought up that he'd forgotten to rent said movie, so therefore, my plans of watching it were shot. Pissed off, was I. The usual gaming / Buffy / Xena / D&D stories were told, and he left.
When uncle originally mentioned that he'd be bringing Fahrenheit 9/11 over to my residence for the watching, I removed it from my Netflix queue for obvious reasons. After learning that he forgot to rent it, I readded it to the queue and bumped it up to slot number one. Bright and early this morning, they received "A Clockwork Orange" from myself, and sent out the newest Moore masterpiece to myself. Of course, this means that uncle shows up tonight with the rental DVD in hand, ready to watch it. Since it's currently on its way here, I had no intentions of putting up with the agony of watching it with him, and told him such. "But I rented the DVD, and I don't have a DVD player!!" says he. Should have brought it when you said you were, says I. He grunted a few times, no real words spoken, and took off.
Goddamned plan-breakers.