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The Showcase of Depravity

This is the long hard truth. It goes extra deep.

"Comedy's a dead art form. Now tragedy, that's funny." The Showcase of Depravity showcases... depravity. Wisdom and humor from the perspective of a few disgruntled (& sexy) video store professionals.

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Friday, December 17, 2004


yo jeff misspelled the word philosophy in his last post and it made me think of 'philo-spy', as in like the movie "i heart huckabees". but only more like a mix of bourne supremacy and spy vs. spy.
i dont know

more importantly, trying to spell the word 'misspelled' was pretty funny for me because i wasnt even sure how to spell it. isnt that weird? like... if you misspell the word misspell. oh man, that is funny on like 4 different levels.

shout of of the day goes to giovani ribici's character in Flight Of The Pheonix. It's kinda weird that in a movie that has a cast entirely made up of stereotypes he plays this totally weird evil genius freak, but somehow it is completely stereotypical. He was pretty awesome though. Never trust a guy with a voice like that.

god that character was SO WEIRD!!! i liked the movie, and i cant tell if his character made it better or worse.


im here at work at 11:30 because im renting a game... the weird thing about being here at 11:30 on my day off is that i usually sleep til at least 12:30 on my day off. today is different because i feel asleep in all my clothes last night and somehow that forced me to wake up at 10am. pretty neat, huh?

i think im out of funny things to say... and who knows if anything so far has been funny at all.

i have some philo-spying to do.

2nd shout out goes to shunn ferrrull, aka sean farrell. best customer to impersonate ever.



  • At 12:49 PM, Blogger Kina&Meggie said…

    Since I don't think the posts today have been very funny (since you have to work at Media Wave to understand them) I decided to write my own post on the Wave's blog about nothing in particular.

    I went by Media Wave the other night to drop off an unnamed video (cough cough Stepford Wives remake cough cough) and was dissappointed to see that none of my favorite video geeks were present, only poor Paul behind the counter. So I quickly scurried out without my usual chick flick tucked under my arm, and took a drive down to the Mobile station for an Orange soda and a Nutrageous. While this Mobile station still makes me sad because of the fond memories it holds of a former special someone, it is sort of on the way home, and I seriously needed some chocolate. Oh, and by the way, by special someone I meant my gas station attendant friend Lahtif, who no longer works there. Our friendship began through several million snack stops to his Mobile, and continued for months while he desperately tried to remember my name. I became familiar with his brother who lived in Seattle, Hanif, and the day he told me he was leaving Mobile, I quietly wept in a ball next to gas pump number 3. Luckily for me however, a few months later I found him and his brother who had moved to Connecticut working at another gas station farther down Post Road (I still have a shirt from the gas station as a souvinier of finding my old friend). But tonight, there was no Lahtif, no one calling me Kim or Karen, and that made me sad. Until of course, I made a new friend. His shirt said "John" but as I have learned, you can't trust those names since I had called Lahtif "Al" for about three months until he told me that the shirts all come from a box in the back, and they just grab one - no matter the name on the front. This was upsetting, yet hilarious. "John" struck up a conversation with me in broken English about how cold it was outside and how it was supposed to snow on Sunday. The friendly discussion lasted a few minutes too long, he stared a little too hard, and got me to wondering if "John" had already decided that I would fit into his immigrant American dream perfectly, along with his shiny BMW and house in the suburbs. Eventually someone else came in and I was able to end the uncomfortable conversation. But as I was driving home, I was overcome by a warm feeling when I realized that even if I don't see the guys at Media Wave like I had hoped, there is still a good chance I could be hit on or sexually harassed in the course of the night and that . . . . well that, I am thankful for.

  • At 7:53 PM, Blogger Jordan, and ya don't stop said…

    thats very interesting to know about how those gas station attendents keep their identity anonymous.. they are some crafty fellers.

    ususally media wave is your one stop fav-video-geek/sexually harassed place.. im glad when in need you found at least one of those things somewhere else.

    thanks for bashing our posts by the way. my posts are funny no matter what.


  • At 3:18 PM, Blogger Film Cynic said…

    1.) If Giovanni Ribisi is not nominated for a best supporting Oscar, I will be protesting bigtime. We could use more character actors these days. I guess Drew wouldn't have taken Peter Lorre seriously had he been in movies these days either. And they call me the cynic!

    2.)Mobil gas station attendants need to be anonymous so people don't recollect the Grammy winning singer/songwriters adored by fat chicks everywhere who have worked there (there being Stratfield Rd.)

    3.)If you guys ever bring Paul to another screening, I'm totally carding him.


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