Alright, members of my generation. You got me. I finally watched Napoleon Dynamite.

War_Ship_Jesus and I were bumming around the 'burbs last night and found our way to Toby's (the best video place in the world) Video, and we settled upon Napoleon Dynamite. It was okay. I'm sure I would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if I hadn't already heard all of the jokes a thousand times from the dumbasses in Spanish 3. But even taken objectively, it was a little overdone. The humor was so odd that I felt it needed a slightly lighter touch. It was just a little bit on the "MadTV" side of things. But it definitely had its moments.

I would like to change the subject and briefly address my dogs, if they are reading.

Look, guys. You're one and a half years old now. That's fourteen in human years. When I was your age, I was starting to think a little more seriously about what I wanted to do with my life. I was beginning to read up on colleges. I was preparing for my impending adulthood. I certainly was not peeing on my grandmother's rug. I think it's about time you grow up and realize that you pee in the litterbox, not on the floor. And not on my clothes.

posted at 12:50 PM by Alison

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