Thanks to Myspace I have been informed of the sequel to National Treasure... National Treasure: Book of Secrets.
Now... I'm a dork. I admit it. I like the first one. It's silly and mindless and fun and deals with the weird crap I love. I like watching it. I also like watching it on Sunday afternoons when I have nothing to do and I pop it in so I can nap.
So that said, sequels tend to suck... and people will make sequels to good movies that don't need sequels. And despite the fact that the original cast is all in the movie, something tells me this might suck.
And yeah, there wasn't really any major point to this post... although on the topic of movies, I saw Breach last night and it was awesome.
Labels: myspace, national treasure, stuff I get elsewhere
Labels: amber alerts, myspace
Stop. It. Now.
I admit it - I've used the phrase "rock star parking" when I get an parking space RIGHT by an establishment's door.
BUT THAT IS THE ONLY TIME I USE IT. And I do so in the privacy of my car to very close friends.
Now everyone's using it, including advertisments. But I'll let someone else tackle that one.
Today I'm going over something that is just as bad, or worse, in my opinion. Something that has been brewing in my annoyances pot for a while now. The rock star hand sign.
Unless you have long, greasy hair and are wearing a Pantera shirt or are actually on stage rocking (and even then you might look dumb), STOP IT.
And stop using it in your MySpace profile photos. I'm talking to you... the girl in 4-inch heels, trendy clothing and the pompadour. Oh and the tongue - stick that thing back in your mouth, you look like an idiot.
All this tells me is that you definitely DO NOT rock and that you are trying too hard. I'm telling you this for your own good, no one thinks you're cool but you and your drunk friend beside you.
I'm serious, stop.
Labels: myspace, pet peeves, rock star
Nes, I thought of you when I saw this... however, I'm not sure how many of the rest of you are privy to the ads geared towards the female persuasion of our species... but I get them a lot as I log in and out of MySpace.
I got hit with this one when I logged on actually. It's good to know they screen for those "marrieds." I'm going to start using that. "Yeah, my friends there, they're 'marrieds,' dunno if you want to hang out with them."
They're one-upping the local paper. We had a feature every Thursday with the areas "Most Eligible," they had to stop when one of them turned out to be an actual felon.
Guys get the good ones. They get headlines like "fresh hot singles." Girls get corny lines like "waiting for you" and "boyfriend season is right around the corner."
What the hell is "boyfriend season" anyway?
But their MySpace page is hysterical (albeit a little sad).
Last comment: "Thanks for the add. What I wanna know is this...do any of the girls in your ads have MySpace pages? Especially the blonde in the short black dress...she has to be one of the hottest women I've ever seen. Let me know!"
No, they don't have MySpace pages or profiles on Match.com, coz like Jetpacks pointed out - their real boyfriends would kick your ass.
Labels: myspace, stuff I get elsewhere, true