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MM IV - 6:40PM

Okay, we're five movies in now and it's going nicely. Everything has played well so far, people are happy and fed (thanks, Sarah!), and our A/V material is wicked. Jorge is rocking some real time updates, videos and all. We're running pretty late at the moment, but I can slash some time off the dinner break and put us back on track. Death Race 2000 was so good I almost want to start every Movie Marathon with it. Butch and Sundance went... well. I was on the go for most of it, but it seemed to me that once the boys got to Bolivia, it got a bit long for people. Lifeboat: universally enjoyed by all those who remained conscious. The Iron Giant: we laughed, we cried; it became a part of us. Now we're into the highly profane (but no less awesome) Glengarry Glen Ross. Only slightly less profane than Glen and Gary and Glen and Ross.
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Anonymous said…
I feel like I need an attendance list. Who all is there this year?
8:03 pm
Dave said…
We've currently got me, Sarah, Jorge, Isha, Joe, Cathy, Rebecca, Chris, and Shelley. Mark, Tania, and Lorna have retired.
8:20 pm
Anonymous said…
Glengarry Glen Ross is also the non-porn version of "Glen and Gary Suck Ross's Meaty Cock" which we should totally watch next time.
8:15 pm
Anonymous said…
Glengarry Glen Ross really opened up our potty-mouth filters.
11:42 pm
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