Oh. My. God.
Today Kim and I went to see HOUSE OF THE FLYING BADGERS (review forthcoming) at the Cinerama downtown. Guess what we saw? Some fucking dipshit camped out (in mid-30 degree weather, mind ya,) with a chair and a sleeping bag....
...IN LINE FOR EPISODE III.
I wanted to say something to him, but then, I figured, if he was idiotic enough to sit out there, I'd rather not discourage him, 'cause someday he'll look back and realize what an utter waste his life has been. Then again, if he gets pnumonia before that, I'd be fine with that too.