So, I worked this afternoon, pulling auditoria-cleaning duty at the cineplex. Following the ~145p showing of Talladega Nites: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, I was at the top of the auditorium and readying to collect the larger refuse into a dual-plastic bag, when I stooped to pick up a film-going couple's emptied small popcorn bag. (Of course, I did ask, "Sir, are you finished with this?")

Egad! I should not have done that. As I returned myself to an upright & locked position, small popcorn in hand, I looked into the face of the male filmgoer within the coupling (he was there with his wife ("the punk rock princess")). It was nickisnotdead. Gulp! (to borrow Jayson Stark's signature expression).

At that, I scooted over to the other side of the auditorium, though I kept an eye on the man & his wife, to make sure no move was made to "make me pay" for the "libel" I had engaged in six years ago, when I detached myself from Msr. Nick's retinue. (Nothing came of any thought he might have had for physical malice, as he is a doughy (oh, how I laugh, that he got fat; fatter than I, in fact), pasty, barely mustachioed, pretentious hipster of the irono-contrarian subset (and, seriously, his mustache is horrible; it's less grown in than a truck-stop waitress raping long-haul trucker, or methamphetamine producer).)

But, yes, once again, at the cineplex, I glimpsed my nemesis. About a year and an half ago, I saw him leaving, I walking a hall toward the concession stand, he and the wife toward the exit to the back parking. He glared at me, and prolly formed a fist, ready to strike. He didn't pull thru with that blow, though. Now, this time, it was even sadder: he cowered in fear, clutching tight to his wife, looking the other way from me, as if I'm Lucifer and enlist anyone who looks me in the eyes in my Army of Loathing.

It's weird to see him "scurred", though. He, Jerry, and Dave were always the tough-guys, the baddies, in the group. I don't know what happened to their machismo. Maybe they expended it all trying to overthrow the capitalist swine who rule over this state with a grimy, crusted fist of death?

Answers, please.

forty-two?

I have no interest in nickisnotdead but want to know what's the weirdest thing you've ever found that someone left behind in a movie theatre.


I mean besides DNA...

whoa i almost read this post before i realized that it was from monty. close call!

I don't get it.

Weirdest? I don't know. I don't find anything particularly odd, for being in a theatre. No nail-clippers, nor deodorant magna, nor prOn,... I suppose weirdest, though, was the dirtied disposable diaper that was stuffed in a cup-holder at the top of theatre eight -- the same theatre as the above account, but about a year and change prior -- by a parent that did not want to miss any of the movie. (N.B. We do have changing tables in the rest-rooms, both women's and men's.)

It's also a little strange when I find glass bottles. I can see somebody easily smuggling a can of MGD Lite, or Colt 45, but THREE (!) bottles of Leinie's Berry Weiss? Huh??

That's dedication.

nick posted on cmj and would not come here except to complain a few times about how shitty the place is.

He also had difficulty grasping how facetious my posts are and attempted to "understand" them.

Other than that, I only know Monty loathes him.

He could be a prince for all I know. Not likely, but possible.

So I guess they've never met before?

I get the impression that Monty was bullied by Nick in real life.

We should do a poll, though, to see how many irono-contrarian subsetters we have here.

In a sense, yes. More, I knew my place within the retinue.

That said, I could have cock-blocked him, once. With authority, as well. But I demured; not that he had any "claim" to the girl, but I wasn't going to go after her knowing that a friend already was. (Had he not been my friend, though, I would have. Girl fit exactly the profile of the kind of female that society at large would be expecting to see on my arm.)

Oh. And the worst, for Nick? Even with him wooing her, she displayed that she wanted to choose me over him.

Oh, so a chick was involved. Well, there you go.

It was Kevin and the Anchovies from Spongebob until Sandy got propositioned and Montychovi rebelled.

Halfway there, tough guy. Other "philosophic" differences came up, too. But, definitely, the impact of nickisnotdead and the others on my disposition, and how I view myself in response to how ALL others view me, and particularly girls, was certainly effected for ill.

At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that Dave [last name redacted, but here's a hint: five letters, only one of which is a vowel... any Milwaukee obners know him?] is a brain-numbed alcoholic with no job and getting by on SSI. There's that.

... Serves him right, too, for stopping me from getting something-something from the only four hetero girls at the Oct '99 Ani DiFranco show.

You should make an off-broadway play called Four At Ani.

That could work. Make it meta, though. It's about the four girls, but also, about my attempt to figure who they were. I have an idea on it, knowing that they'd have to be four gals that knew (of) me, but not Dave, so that narrows it to females known "before seventh grade", "at after-school jobs", and "at college, first three semesters"... But the trail's gone fairly cold. I had an idea that it was Tracy, the red-head Polish violinist from my Spanish Composition class, who I knew to be an Ani fan (and, ahem, potentially freaky; had a boyfriend at UdubMadison, might have been involved with her roommate and/or her roommate's bf and/or her roommate's bf's boy on the side), but I think I asked her, about a year after the event, if she'd been at that show, and she indicated that she couldn't recall.

So, yeah....

Reasons people go to war:

1) Land
2) Oil
3) A Woman




So how was the movie?

What the fuck is this guy talking about?

You've only just asked that, now?

the short:

Monty works at a movie theater. He saw a guy who used to be a friend there, a guy he detests due to a huge falling out over a girl and other personal stuff. Monty no longers feels intimidated by this guy because the guy has become a fat, unemployed loser.

But Monty still hates what this guy did. So he posted about it. The guy also posts at CMJ and thinks Obner sucks.

I think.

Ah. gotcha.

For some reason I just felt like John Cleese in the Cheese Shop Sketch.

god Leinie's Berry Weiss is so bad

Faggoty, no?

this was my favorite beer before i developed good taste in beer.

hey, who drinks wine coolers beside teenagers? i've been thinking about that lately. do adults really drink these things?

Did you know nind pre-CMJ, Monty?