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[funktagious]

So, the 4th of July was kind of lame. We went to Long Beach, sat around, and watched a hell of a lot of fireworks. The big fireworks show at the beach ended up being delayed by almost an hour when some drunk-ass redneck drove his car into the blast zone, got stuck in the sand, and ended up having to be towed away by a bulldozer. Awesome.

We also went to Astoria to see War of the Worlds, which was okay, but kind of meh. Gary and I spent most of the movie quoting Futurama at each other, which, seriously... "A few of you will be forced through a fine mesh screen for your planet. They will be the luckiest of all." Too perfect.

Now, I'm going to go lay in bed (my own bed! Not a hastily-constructed deck-chair-cushion bed on my Grandmother's living room floor! Hallelujah!) and watch the first Horatio Hornblower movie, which I Netflixed as part of the "see BSG actors in other roles" initiative of Summer 2005. Hopefully Jamie Bamber's fluffy hair will not distract me too much from what I understand to be a good movie (sadly, this has happened to me before, although it could have been that One Hour Photo really did suck ass, and everyone I talked to about it was just insane).

Comments

[sparkymonster.livejournal.com]

Oh god! The first HH movie will make you squee like a mad squeeing thing. Archie is both hot and the best kicked puppy EVER OMG. The 3rd HH movie is a slash orgasm. The platonic ideal of hurt/comfort, plus a crap load of slash cliche set ups are part of the movie's plot, and my personal favorite wet hot boys. YUM.

[funktagious.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, it was brilliant. And Archie really is exactly as you describe him. I was torn between wanting to jump him and wanting to give him a gigantic hug the entire time. Here's hoping that Netflix gets me the next two before the weekend, because, dude, I need more now.