After work, I drove over to Blockbuster to return “The Assassination of Richard Nixon”. The last ten minutes of the film was great, the first eighty-or-so were, uh, not so great. I noticed a copy of the original “Dawn of the Dead” on the sell-thru shelf for a rather discounted price. ACW and I, at the last blogger happy hour, had both expressed our dissapointment that neither of us - zombie fans both - had ever seen it.

So I said, “WTFN?” and grabbed it - adding on to the low price my buddy Derick’s employee discount, and I was one happy camper.

So I’m about ninety minutes into it. It’s quite different from the remake “Dawn of the Dead” which I also own. Both movies share similar concepts - group of survivors seek refuge in a shopping mall. In the original film, our heroes are two SWAT cops, a news producer, and a helicopter pilot. The zombies tend to lumber around, and are kind of comical to see - “Oh my god, shoot the things with blue faces! Blue faces!”

In any case, I’m going to have to lend it to ACW at the next happy hour. Well, either then or on June 24th, when I’m sure we’ll be watching the fourth movie in George A. Romaro’s quadrology*: Land of the Dead.

*Quadriligy?

Hey, for those of you interested in seeing “Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy“, a few of us were talking about going to see it Sunday afternoon at the Rotunda.

If you don’t know what “Hitchiker’s…” is, briefly, it’s probably the funniest book I’ve ever read, and I’m looking forward to it more than I am Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, which should - probably - tell you something.

(Like, “Wow, he’s geeky, let’s walk away slowly.”)

I’m thinking the 12:30 showing? Bring a towel!

You remember James - he got his wheel to go all concave on him?

He’d bought that truck just a few weeks ago, the day after Robin bought his Jeep, and the day before Zap bought his Cobalt. It was like, “let’s all buy new car!” fever swept the shop.

Anyway, James got the estimate to repair his Pathfinder …

$5000.

He paid ten for the truck, by the way.

“I ain’t sellin’ it,” he said. “Insurance would only pay 80%.”

Besides, his dad is rich.

(I do actually kid, re: “silver spooned mother effer”, he’s one of the few coworkers I actually enjoy to work with, plus his dad isn’t going to give him money to fix it)