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“It’s a dead end Oscar!”Does anyone else remember this movie ?

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I watched this again today for the first time in probably 5 years.
It still stands up, it’s a good movie.

Robot still looks good.
Sound track still good.
Plot still good.

Trading the shoulder mounted laser for a gay toolbox still pisses me off though..
None of that chasing people around and fending off axes and fucking iron bars, all he’d need to do is cut one of the villains in half to get some R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Hell, time to watch Short Circuit 1.

Robot three stooges scene ahoy!
Woo woo!

Edit: Yep, Both are still good. I can only hope that in this the age of remakes these titles continue to escape Tristar’s notice.

side note: I like tacos.

Artists impression got around to my fire. I decided to deal with the rubbish before my housemates returned from their being away thing.

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I started it with the now customary full bottle of methylated spirits, it lit with a satisfying *Whoooompffff* and a meter high fireball.
All good so far.

I fed it pizza boxes – Good.
Assorted paper and crap – Good.
Bag full of plastic bottles – Not so good.
Bag full of plastic including a keyboard (I showered with it) – Bad.

Column of thick black smoke.
It was then that three things occurred to me.

1. Housemates washing on the line two meters away.
2. It’s about 1pm on a clear day and burning crap is illegal.
3. Washing bad, police and fire brigade bad. Gotta put it out.

I tried to smother the flames by putting a piece of tin over the top.
Oh right its corrugated, it channeled the smoke towards the washing.

Fuckit I’ll use a the hose.

Ptttshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Afterwards:

No police.
No death threats from neighbours.
Rubbish remains.

I’ll try again I guess.

More news on the dog side of things, my housemates are going on some sort of dirty weekend and I’m looking after him for a few days.

I’ve been thinking bad thoughts….Thinking of things like dryer rides, clothes line aeroplane adventures and getting him drunk.

Dunno, yet. Perhaps I’ll feed him xbox controller parts, let him finish his meal…or perhaps we will bond and share a special relationship after a series of emotional learning experiences that allow each of us to understand the others needs, wants and emotional boundaries.

More likely it’ll be like spending a extended amount of time in hell.

For him.

Day #1.

Housemates wander off, been awake for 36 hours, need to sleep.
Sleep.
WOOOOOF WOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFF!!!!
Sleep
Slee…WOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!
“SHUT THE FUCK US YOU PEICE OF SHIT”
Slee..Woof
Sle…Woof
*Hmmm he might be hungry, ok food time*
*Feeds dog, goes back to bed*
Sleep
Sleep..WOOF WOOF WOOF

And so it went on. All night. Eventually after getting up to scream at him 4-5 times I went to sleep on the scabies couch out of desperation.

The dog slept on “his” chair. A fantastic first night.

Day #2

Fed him a few times, his food, my food. Tacos whatever.
Come night time…..WOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFF! WOOFFFFFFFFFFFF!

Day #3

Took him for a walk. Choke chains are called for sometimes.
Fed him a few times, his food, my food.

Sleeping before work…
I can hear him running down the hall, back and forth, *BANG* he slammed into the wall again

*Thudda thudda thusss scritch thudda* Lying against my door, scratching himself and missing occasionally kneeing the door.

Fuck you dog. GAH. Forgot to have my rubbish fire tonight.

My logs say that the #1 reason people find me in search
engines is the word

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Pants