Bad Taste

I went and saw Ghost Rider at the local dollar theater the other night. There were 2 other guys in the theater when I got there. What a crowd! I actually didn't expect anyone else in there, but I guess these other schmoes were like me and had the bright idea of catching a movie at 10:00pm on a dark and stormy Thursday night.

I didn't have high expectations of the film, and my wife will tell you that I watch all manner of incredibly bad movies and TV shows. At least, I did when we had cable. You know all those horrible movies they replay on TV? I'd watch them all. Unless, of course, they were chick flix. Anyhow, when Nick Cage's head started melting and then turned into a flaming skull, I nearly laughed. I mean, it took like 10 minutes for this sequence to end! Not to mention that the cinematography and editing style was laughable. The film oozes with cheese.

Yet, I still enjoyed it.

I like going to the theater, even if it's the dollar theater. One of my favorite activities while on vacation is hitting up the theaters for whatever looks interesting. This annoys my wife to no end, who can't understand why I want to visit the theater when we're in Pennsylvania at the in-laws.

Some notably bad films I enjoyed and would even watch multiple times:

Waterworld
Doom
Escape from NY
Resident Evil 1 & 2
Ultraviolet
TMNT 1, 2, & 3 (I haven't seen the new one yet, but I hear it's good)
Galaxyquest (arguably NOT a bad movie)

Is this thing on?

It's official.

I'm a Blogger. One more title to add to my geekdom. I revel in my geekiness. After all, I'm asian. Is that stereotypical? I'm hardly the stereotypical AZN BOI, although I suppose my skipping 4th grade is a hefty shift in the one direction. Does anyone really learn anything in the 4th grade, anyway? Having no point to this post other than to make marks on a freshly made page of my life, I will ramble. I'm a rambler. I come with minimal preparation and just rolll with it. Yes, I know there are three (3) "L"s in that rolll. It was for emphasis.

Writing is a great outlet. I miss it, but I don't miss writing for school. I always felt like I was just writing what the teacher wanted to hear, except for in my Creative Writing class in high school (shout out to WVHS), where I actually enjoyed putting thoughts into words.

I'm not going to introduce myself. If you know me already, consider yourself incredibly Blessed Among Men. If you don't, this is a Teaser to lure you into visiting this blog in the future.

Oh, and Justin! You're the Man. I mean it.

Stay tuned for more ramblings...same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel. Actually, prolly a diff Bat-Time...