I know almost 10 this time!

I desperately need to start renting movies.

I just can’t bring myself to go to a movie in the theaters. Paying $10 a ticket is idiotic, IMHO. Plus, it would wind up costing me way more, due to the bail money necessary when I get arrested for punching Mr. Cell Phone Talker Guy in the pyloric sphincter (MAN I love the word “sphincter”!!). I absolutely friggin’ despise people who have no common courtesy or respect for other people, especially with regard to their cell phone usage. Maybe I can whine about that in an upcoming post.

Anyway, there really has been nothing in at least the last 6-8 years, if not double that, that I’ve been SO dying to see that it would justify taking out a loan for a night at the movies. I mean, I kinda wish I would have been able to go with Mrs. Johann and L’il Johann #1 when they went to see “Cars” in the theater, but I just don’t feel any less fulfilled for not having seen it, or anything else, “on the big screen”. Mrs. Johann and I saw “Toy Story” at the Esquire dollar theater when we were dating (roughly 1997-ish), but the last movie I saw in the theaters besides that was “Dances With Wolves”. That was 1990. Eighteen years ago. I have been married, divorced, re-married, fathered two children, gone through four cars, and been hired for and consequently left three jobs since the last time I saw a {first-run} movie in the theaters. It’s kind of weird to look at it that way, now that I’ve typed it all out.

Only thing is, I really don’t watch movies period anymore. There are several that, upon seeing them on TV, I’ll watch just because I enjoy them. For example, I’ll usually catch “The Shawshank Redemption” when TNT has one of its semi-annual 72-hour “Shawshank”-a-thons, even though I hate watching movies on TV, not so much because of the commercials but because of the editing. It’s not that I necessarily “enjoy” bad language, graphic violence, or gratuitous naked boobies.

Well, okay, I do really, REALLY like the naked boobies.