Caleb: Dude. me: yessir Caleb: "The Avengers." me: I don't know, man me: at the beginning of the movie, the father is shaving and tells the son, "Leave the blood on the blade." me: And so I'm going to bitch and moan about the rest of the movie while everyone else tries to enjoy it me: Because my name is Caleb me: I'm sorry, go on Caleb: Yeah, but I watch awful movies and tell everyone they should waste their time on them because my name is Faggot Brown. me: I see all the bloggers talking about it me: About The Avengers me: I'm going to write a blog post about the politics of The Avengers Caleb: DoD, etc. Caleb: But, srzly. me: Is it a post-neo con film? me: ANSWER Caleb: Just go watch it and stop blah blah blahing. Caleb: It's the kickoff to the summer blockbuster season. me: I can't watch it me: I would have to download it on my shitty modem Caleb: And then "Atlas Shrugged, Part II" will wind everything down in August. me: already the FBI knows I downloaded Caligula 4 times Caleb: They won't let you go to the UA? me: they will, but these HP kids who hang out there won't get off these nuts Caleb: Well done. Caleb: Just go see the movie. me: I was telling this fellow at the bar tonight about John Murchison, which kind of came up me: and had occasion to relate the story of the "You sound like the television thing" me: as such, I'm not going to go to some consumerist get-together to watch the latest Don't Think for Yourself And Eat Chickpeas blockbuster Caleb: Your funeral, bra. me: You sound like the funeral parlor.