Ballpoint Sean Penn

I went to the $1.50 theater yesterday to see Into The Wild and now I hate Sean Penn a little bit more. I don't think I needed to spend a $1.50 to do that, but I did anyway. Every film critic has been referring to this as the ill-fated journey of self discovery by Christopher McCandless. Here is a plot write up from imdb.com:

Based on a true story. After graduating from Emory University in 1992, top student and athlete Christopher McCandless abandoned his possessions, gave his entire $24,000 savings account to charity and hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wilderness. Along the way, Christopher encounters a series of characters who shape his life.

I don't see where they got athlete from in the movie. Now if they had said "self involved rich douche bag" then I 'd see that. I can only hope more kids start doing this and I don't have to look at as many of these kids riding in SUV's with Sierra Club stickers on the back. Christopher decides to cut himself off from everyone as revenge for his dad beating up on his mom. The best part is he cuts himself off from both his mom and kid sister. Wow, real nice. So to exact revenge on his abusive dad, he drags everyone who cares about him through hell and back. That makes sense. SPOILER! He dies and, much like the three annoying kids in Cloverfield, I was so glad when is happened.

The point that Sean Penn tries to get across, with the subtly of me staring at the thick NC State dance team member's butt at the NC State/FSU game this week, is that we are way too into consumerism. Thanks, Sean. I get it. Now, could you go rescue a someone drowning in a flood and give me my two and a half hours back? No? Okay, fine. But, I am still gonna oggle your wife and wonder what I could've spent my $1.50 on instead of your movie. (P.S. A tall boy of Pabst)

Side note: Zack Galifianakis has a small bit part in the movie. His talents are not at all utilized. However, there is a scene where they introduce you to Wayne, played by Vince Vaughn. The guys are all laughing...hard. I thought, "Why are they faking laughing so hard?" Then, I see Zack G. in the corner. I am 90% certain they were laughing at something he said.

And you call yourself a sports fan...

My co-worker today had no earthly clue who Erin Andrews was. I was stunned. In his defense, he is a NC State and Syracuse fan and she usually only works the big banger games. Neither of theses teams have seen any of those. I also thought Matt might enjoy this as the photo I posted of Brady Anderson has been raping a hole in his eyes. She one in a million girls.

Getting Dirty...

I am doing part of my almost daily and doing a job search on bookjobs.com. I come across an Editorial Assistant position at MacMillian. The job description had this in it:

We are currently seeking an Editorial Assistant to assist adult trade editor responsible for adult trade.

I am wrong to infer that they are looking for someone to help out with erotic literature? Ya'll know I am all about that. I'd be all, "Yo, this is hot," and I'd be getting paid for it. What in the world?

Conversations at the Li-berry

I am not going to just post about my experiences at the Wake County Public Library, but I couldn't resist this. The library should be quiet, but some people don't know how to shut their gobs. This is just a selection of the witty banter I am getting right now:

"Shiquita, what you doing?"
"Looking at books. What you think I'm slipping"
*ring*
"Who this? Tell 'er to call Spanky's mama and them. She know."
"What you got them books for."
"Reading."
"For reals"
"Don't make me get loud at this li-berry."

I can't make this stuff up.

Li-berry

Help me unwrap my head on this one. I was at the public library and printing out a resume. I go to the upstairs help desk and tell the woman that I printed off a resume downstairs and I was wondering if she had it. This is her response:

"What do you mean 'downstairs'?"

My brain caught on fire, I passed out for a minute and I just kind of stared at her. How do I reply to such a statement? If I was a robot, then I would've broken all of Isaac Asimov's laws and gone buck wyle on that lady. Why did this effect me so? It wasn't as if she said, "What?" or "Huh?" She heard me. The words registered in her head and she couldn't grasp the fact that she was a good building story above the earth. What in the Sam Houston State is wrong with this woman? PLEASE TELL ME!