Dawn of the Dumb
Dec. 11th, 2008 12:23 amDid a double-shift today. I don't know why the shortbuses arrive to send what must be the entire student body of a school for the developmentally disabled to the cinema, always on my shift, but being in a mall movie theatre while the mentally challenged line up in front of your box office is not something that should be undertaken after having watched Dawn of the Dead. Original or remake.
Not that they have anything on some of the supposedly "normal" customers I've gotten, but I felt it worth mentioning that they all bought tickets to Four Christmases. Just saying, is all. Probably nothing to it.
Except one of them walked out.
You ever had one of those days where you really wish you could write for Marvel, so you could do a storyline where Felicia has to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Spider-Man because (insert excuse of a plot here)? It would be jawsome.
Mary-Jane: (standing by bathroom door, arms crossed and tapping foot as Peter walks by yawning) Peter!
Peter: Yes?
Mary-Jane: Did you know your ex-girlfriend has been in the shower for two hours?
Peter: (sighs, knocks) C'mon, Felicia, this is so not what Catwoman would do.
Felicia: (comes out in ridiculously tiny towel) Sorry, Peter, I didn't know you needed the bathroom. (flounces off, tossing him towel) Throw that in the laundry for me, would you?
Mary-Jane: (to herself) It's just grist for the mill, MJ, save it for the Medea audition... PETER!
Peter: (covering) She has really great hair what shampoo do you think she uses?
Much like the proud tradition of Power Girl's ever expanding bust, I would also see how many hints of a Peter/MJ/Felicia menage a trois I could slip in before someone caught on.
Quesada: Hey, about this scene where Peter is cooking breakfast for Mary-Jane and Felicia and everyone is in their underwear...?
Me: Is the artist keeping the beefcake on the panels of the left page and the cheesecake on the panels of the right page for ease of fapping?
Quesada: Yes, of course, but... why is Mary-Jane wearing the underwear Felicia was wearing in the last scene?
Me: I'm sorry, for a second there it sounded like you had a Pulitzer Prize for Literature.
Quesada: Sorry, won't happen again!
Me: See that it doesn't.
Oh, hey, nine days till deadline, might wanna start on that Yuletide story. Ha ha, I kid, ha ha, no, not much.
Not that they have anything on some of the supposedly "normal" customers I've gotten, but I felt it worth mentioning that they all bought tickets to Four Christmases. Just saying, is all. Probably nothing to it.
Except one of them walked out.
You ever had one of those days where you really wish you could write for Marvel, so you could do a storyline where Felicia has to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Spider-Man because (insert excuse of a plot here)? It would be jawsome.
Mary-Jane: (standing by bathroom door, arms crossed and tapping foot as Peter walks by yawning) Peter!
Peter: Yes?
Mary-Jane: Did you know your ex-girlfriend has been in the shower for two hours?
Peter: (sighs, knocks) C'mon, Felicia, this is so not what Catwoman would do.
Felicia: (comes out in ridiculously tiny towel) Sorry, Peter, I didn't know you needed the bathroom. (flounces off, tossing him towel) Throw that in the laundry for me, would you?
Mary-Jane: (to herself) It's just grist for the mill, MJ, save it for the Medea audition... PETER!
Peter: (covering) She has really great hair what shampoo do you think she uses?
Much like the proud tradition of Power Girl's ever expanding bust, I would also see how many hints of a Peter/MJ/Felicia menage a trois I could slip in before someone caught on.
Quesada: Hey, about this scene where Peter is cooking breakfast for Mary-Jane and Felicia and everyone is in their underwear...?
Me: Is the artist keeping the beefcake on the panels of the left page and the cheesecake on the panels of the right page for ease of fapping?
Quesada: Yes, of course, but... why is Mary-Jane wearing the underwear Felicia was wearing in the last scene?
Me: I'm sorry, for a second there it sounded like you had a Pulitzer Prize for Literature.
Quesada: Sorry, won't happen again!
Me: See that it doesn't.
Oh, hey, nine days till deadline, might wanna start on that Yuletide story. Ha ha, I kid, ha ha, no, not much.