We're packing a truck all day today. If anyone wants that fishtank, this is the day they'd better come and get it, because as of this evening, we don't live here anymore.
As for buying it, as I said it's negotiable. If I can't be paid for it, then whatever. I'd LIKE some money for it, but I don't want to throw it out. Ian has offered to hold on to it if he can be garanteed that it'll be taken away soon, but I don't want to dump it on him (I'll throw in a bucket of rocks to go with it, btw). Anyway, please email me and let me know what's happening about it. If I don't hear from you by ...well, by the time I'm done here tonight, then I'm chucking it. I'll be dismantling the computer at some point, so you might want to call our cel phones to make sure we're picking up.
And he'd better have someone (or two) to help move that thing because I'm not touching it. I'll carry the bucket of rocks if need be, but not the tank.
I've moved that behemoth once. That was enough stress for me. ;)
I was just thinking that, what with the black and white Universal logo, the mad scientist screaming "It's ALIVE! ALIIIIIIVE!!!", the burning windmill being the Monster's death, only to discover he escaped through the basement, Igor working for both Frankenstein and Dracula...
Drac was sublime, but visually I never got over him looking like Gowan wearing an old Sean Bean costume. This was still somehow a good thing.
This, true believers, is the type of movie to see with Tal, where everything's all tense and the bride is swooping and he dips the arrow in the font and she's right on top of him and he turns around at the last second and we both shout, "Eat THIS, bitch!" at the same time.
That's my 4-word review: "See it with Tal."
"The comic relief may be beloved, but the villain has WAY more fun."
Nope, nope, nope. Told exactly the story it wanted to tell and left enough open for a sequel. Didn't get bogged down in needless explanations or any more exposition than it needed, which was, "What are we up against?" and "How do we kill it?"
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We're packing a truck all day today. If anyone wants that fishtank, this is the day they'd better come and get it, because as of this evening, we don't live here anymore.
As for buying it, as I said it's negotiable. If I can't be paid for it, then whatever. I'd LIKE some money for it, but I don't want to throw it out. Ian has offered to hold on to it if he can be garanteed that it'll be taken away soon, but I don't want to dump it on him (I'll throw in a bucket of rocks to go with it, btw). Anyway, please email me and let me know what's happening about it. If I don't hear from you by ...well, by the time I'm done here tonight, then I'm chucking it. I'll be dismantling the computer at some point, so you might want to call our cel phones to make sure we're picking up.
Take care!
Rich
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I've moved that behemoth once. That was enough stress for me. ;)
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Be well! Have a great road trip, let there be many good things in your future!
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You're nuts. Van Helsing was awful in exactly the same way that Freddy vs. Jason wasn't. No love for the genre at all.
*sigh*
Rich
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*sighs himself*
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This, true believers, is the type of movie to see with Tal, where everything's all tense and the bride is swooping and he dips the arrow in the font and she's right on top of him and he turns around at the last second and we both shout, "Eat THIS, bitch!" at the same time.
That's my 4-word review: "See it with Tal."
"The comic relief may be beloved, but the villain has WAY more fun."
Yes. Yes, I do.
t!
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Thanks. I like to think I add to an evening's entertainment.
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Gowan in an old Sean Bean suit... I'll never be able to appreciate Roxburgh's Drac in quite the same way again.
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