almost lost him

though jeff strand's continued status as an "alive" person is not part of our plan, we do intend for him to make it through the weekend, and we in Mumblecrust have reluctantly admitted that exposing him to rob zombie's two hours of "f**k you, moviegoers!!!" was extreme. (do not think we are any less dangerous because we inserted astericks into a naughty word--we are very dangerous, believe us.)

he was twitching and frothing at the mouth and whimpering and making all of us rather uncomfortable, so we wrapped the duct tape back on him and dragged him to king of kong: a fistful of quarters, a documentary about two men and their obsession over attaining the world record score in donkey kong. much like spellbound, where you can't believe that a documentary about spelling bees could be this engaging, king of kong takes a "seriously, dude, like, who cares?" premise and turns it into the most gripping, entertaining movie strand has seen in quite some time.

in fact, we had to beat the crap out of him with lead pipes halfway through, to lessen his enjoyment