Does my being in the first 128 not including replies count?

I'm sure you're both extremely lovely ladies, and I am willing to buy your arguments in a heartbeat - as soon as I stop getting eyerolls when I want to see an action or sci-fi flick.

I can't stand the Twilight garbage, but I can respect and tolerate a little bit of fangirlism assuming due respect is paid in return. Unfortunately, the vast majority of "silly" teenage girls have never heard the word 'respect', and as such turn any small piece of their pop culture into nails-on-chalkboard, cringe-inducing, inane drivel.

There's plenty of stuff I enjoy switching my brain off to - but I don't annoy the hell out of everyone surrounding me when I indulge.

If you're only going to look at a TV show because it has a tie-in to a movie that hasn't been released, you've never seen, and just about only exists at all because James Cameron "insists" it will be the "greatest thing evar!!!1," then I think you really need to re-evaluate how you experience media.

"We can make all entertainment for children, or we can take proper steps to try and protect children from adult entertainment."

Can we please put this on T-shirts and billboards?

Universal would sue the CRAP out of the newspaper (and rightfully so) if the newspaper published an untrue story about the studio or the production of the film. Why on earth would they not think it works both ways? You can't just go around doing stuff like that!

Why not put that money in a savings account and make some interest in it instead of letting GameStop keep the interest on YOUR money? Then, if you're really worried about it selling out for some reason, drop a pre-order the week before release and use the interest to buy yourself an ice cream cone or something.

When I was really, really little, my aunt used to come to the house on Christmas Eve shaking sleighbells to make me think Santa Claus was coming and scare me into bed. One year, I heard the bells and sprinted to the stairs, but passed the window on my way up - and saw my aunt in her big brown jacket. I swore it was a reindeer, nearly crapped myself, and flew into bed, terrified. I'll never forget the unadulterated horror I felt thinking I'd screwed myself out of Christmas morning.

Umm, actually, the LHC has been active since last year. In fact, they're doing runs with it this month.

Whatever it takes to keep me at a comfortable temperature. Trust me when that ranges from almost nothing to a whole lot of heavy clothes.

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...seriously, what's with all the spam lately?