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Yogi bares all on Cinemax  What gloomy weather we’ve been having around here lately. Hopefully, if you’re reading this, you’re not in the rain, but if you are, stop reading and use this magazine for shelter. I don’t know about everyone else, every time I meander over to the good ol’ dining hall, I fi nd my dining space slowly being taken over by pieces of paper that are stapled to look like little neon pyramids, each one advertising something different in fl uorescent lettering, like: “DG!” “Luau!” “Jesus!” “Single unit class listing!”
Each one moving closer than the next. And you know, the thing is that this wouldn’t really bother me if they didn’t start to build up on the table like a kid with a Lego set. Hell with all these ads on the tables, why not just replace the tables altogether with large kiosks, complete with flyers that no one will ever read, and just enough space for four people to sit at. Sounds like a comfy time to me. In entertainment news, Sharon Stone has gracefully made her way back to the big screen with the critically acclaimed “Basic Instinct 2,” a sequel that is finally making it to theatres after she famously uncrossed and crossed her legs in the original film.
I’m sorry, I don’t know why but I just made the first part of that sentence up. Let me start over, except with the truth filter on, and the sugarcoating off. Ahem. Drawing from the bargain bin section of the entertainment “news,” the near irrelevant Sharon Stone has reprised her role in the cinematic abortion of a film “Basic Instinct 2,” a “heart pounding thriller” that opened in theatres last week. To save you the time and money, “Basic Instinct 2” is about as thrilling as turning on Cinemax after 11p.m. to watch their “after dark” programming. And by thrilling, I mean it’s like watching porn with all of the porn edited out.
Essentially, all you’re really left with in the end is horribly cheesy dialogue and a bad taste in your mouth (har har har.) As if Sharon Stone’s acting wasn’t bad enough. On the same topic of things that irrationally scare you, I’m going to be fairly honest here and tell you that I am terrified of spiders. Not sharks, not snakes, not lions, and not pit bulls. Why is that you ask? Why am I scared of a little spider, but not of something as large as a bear? It’s because this following scenario could never happen with any of the above, except for with my dreaded little eight legged spider friends of doom.
Let’s pretend for one moment that you are deathly afraid of spiders. Now imagine you see a HUGE spider on the wall, you freak out and in a brilliant moment of rationalization, start to think, “AH! Spider spider spider spider spider spider spider! I must kill it…before it kills me.” So you turn around to grab a tissue to commence the squishing, but when you turn around…it’s gone.
And the worst part?…it could be anywhere. But like I said before, I don’t think bears are smart enough to be that inconspicuous. Unless of course your name was Yogi. Views: 352
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