dodgeball is one of those funny summer movies that is solely made for the purpose of entertaining. you're not going to leave the theatre with anything profound other than a few memorable scenes to share with friends and coworkers. it's rated PG-13 and has enough ball jokes to make me blush, made worse by the fact that there were a lot of little kids in the audience for some reason, apparently parents thought a movie about the seemingly childish game of dodgeball would be okay to bring their children to. i'm just glad i'm an adult who doesn't have to worry about things like that, who isn't responsible for the welfare of any children. there really isn't very much more to say, but here are a few notes i took during the movie, perhaps it might shed some light into what kind of film this is (possible spoilers): brushing teeth with yoohoo then drinking it, pirate character, bikini carwash, crotch pump, a prevalent homoerotic theme concerning ben stiller's character, watching an educational film to learn how to play dodgeball, masturbating with a pizza, unicorn fetish, S&M wear, "go balls deep," cheerleaders, several celebrity cameos (david hasselhoff, william shatner, lance armstrong, chuck norris, jason bateman).
after the movie i came home, but not before running into jeff walking his dog in front of my place. "go get him, lola, bite his ankles," he told his dog, who approached me but i held her down so her dirty paws wouldn't stain my shorts (that happened last time, when i was wearing khaki pants). jeff does that same bit everytime i see him walking lola, he even did it to a woman who walked by with bags of groceries, that joke is getting kind of old now. jeff is the kind of guy who really likes to talk but not someone who listens obviously, because he asked me "how's everything going in tony world? tony the tiger world?" even though he asked the same thing last week when i saw him, and of course it didn't help matters much that i just happened to be wearing my tony the tiger t-shirt. i told him nothing was happening, and he said, "really? nothing fun? that's too bad." how much fun can i really have anyway when most of my days are spent at work? i wanted to go inside the house, but then jeff sat down on my doorstep, and continued talking. i tried every trick in the book to hurry the conversation, adding as many awkward pauses as possible, along with the, "well then, okay, yeah, i guess i'll, um..." finally he decided to leave and i ran into the house, locking the door behind me.
dan and cymara dropped by briefly to pick up my digital camera that rob house asked if he could borrow (my old nikon coolpix 950, i wouldn't let anyone borrow my workhorse, the nikon coolpix 4500). dinner came in the form of canned soup. shannon hooked me up with a gmail account (email@example.com). i spent the rest of the night organizing my photos and filling in bits and pieces of what happened this past weekend.