THE FREAKNERDS ARE CURRENTLY MAKING ME WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD.

Another thing that pisses me off about them is that, for all of their freaknerdishness, the dork-trivia authoritative mien they exude, and the obvious fact that they have no lives outside of their geeky media pursuits, they really know jack shit about what they're talking about. Just now they were talking about Mystique being Nightcrawler's mother as if it were a new revelation. Sorry, freaknerds; it's old news -- that was even noted on the "X-Men Evolution" 'toon, for crying out loud. And Nightcrawler's last name? It's pronounced vaahgner, not wahgner. 'Cause it's fucking German. Yesterday, they were talking about 80s cartoons and mentioned "Rainbow Brite" and "My Little Pony (and Friends)" with the enthusiasm befitting truly obscure shows like George and the Christmas Star and the Madballs cartoon(s). To be fair, those weren't series, but still -- they didn't even mention "Galaxy High School" (see the Poprocks & Coke review here). Seriously, you can walk into any toy store at this very moment and buy Rainbow Brite and My Little Pony merchandise. You're not special for remembering them. And get this -- they were actually arguing about whether "Jem!" was from the 80s or the 90s. Can you believe that, Chris?

Yes, I'm actually criticizing the freaknerds for not being nerdy enough. Amazing.

Here's another irritating thing -- one of the fringe freaknerds is fairly attractive, so of course she looks even better to me in my utterly exhausted state. And unlike the other freaknerds, she's actually quiet. Given that, I have a hard time understanding how she can even tolerate the others. Granted, she doesn't spend half as much time with them as they spend with each other, at least on my watch, so maybe that's part of it. Or she could be trying desperately not to laugh/cry/shoot herself in the head, simply taking it all in and having a wonderful laugh at their expense in the secluded recesses of her mind -- that's what I do when I'm in similar situations. And then I come back and write about them. Anyway, this girl. Delectable. I wonder if I'm too predictable, though, because I'd be willing to bet that if I had a camera with me and photographed her standing in a group with nine other girls, my blog readers would be able to pick her out easily. That would be a fun test. Hey, if you're in the mood to comment, feel free to guess at her appearance. Alas, she lacks blue hair. She's also apparently got a boyfriend in the freaknerd crew, and the two of them are prone to PDAs, so my sitting here, in my sleep-deprived state, is like the equivalent of a tired, hungry dog peering through the haze only to see a happy dog ravishing a bowl overflowing with plump and juicy steakums. What the hell are steakums, anyway?

Now the freaknerds are talking about Spawn #1 being worth $800. Is that for real? No comic should be worth that much after only ten years or so. Guess I should've gotten it way back when, eh?

Aaaand since I never blogged about Shark Tale, let me swipe a quick review of it from a comment I left in Catchy's blog earlier. Then we'll close. Mmmkay?

I still haven't gotten around to seeing Finding Nemo, but I agree with you that Shark Tale wasn't very good at all (Shark Tail, on the other hand...). I didn't exactly hate it -- which I was totally prepared to do, given the irritating, in-your-face, stereotypical portrayal of Oscar and the stupidity of the shark mafia -- but it did have a few laughs and some heartwarming moments, even if they were totally manipulative. And even as a CG fish, Rene? Zellweger makes my heart go pitter-patter. ^__^;;;

And that's all for now. Ja ne, minna-san!