Here, I had been spending many hours reading up on every little detail, researching every blurry photo, memorizing the IMDB credits for Winona Ryder, staring at thousands of fan photos of how the Enterprise should look. Hell, I know more about the "Gabe cowl" than anyone else in my office. That's got to count for something, right?
Naturally, I was hoping that all of this work was going to pay off. In the very least, I should be promoted to some higher level of existence. Some new level of Utopia. Haven't I earned it?
Then I found out it was just a movie. What the fuck?
So, I'm going to spend 500 hours and two years getting ready for this thing. And then what? I go stand in line for several hours with a bunch of bald, fat guys (and the occasional girlfriend, complete with the "You owe me big time for this, asshole" expression on her face). The guy next to me in line is going to try to impress me with everything he knows about the movie, and I'm going to be like, "Dude, I know. I'm a Star Trek fan. We all know this shit. Take a shower." I will watch the movie for two hours. And then what? Go home and commit suicide? Wait for it to come out on DVD?
Shit, that's a lot of pressure. I don't even know the difference between HD DVD and Blu-Ray. I don't think I'm even qualified to wait for it to come out on DVD.
And even if I am, then what? I buy it on DVD? Watch it two or three times. Memorize the best lines. Quote them ad nauseum here. Is any of this going to get me laid?
I have been seriously misled. The last time I put this much work into anything, I got a law degree out of it. Or a divorce judgment.
So you're telling me that I'm not going to get anything other than the same movie experience that every other asshole is going to get, even the ones who never even logged onto this website? They'll probably enjoy it more than I will, because they will never know that Harlan Ellison got all pissed off about the Guardian of Forever. Nor will they care.
There should at least be something that I could put on my resume. Like a license or something. Maybe T'Bonz could administer some kind of test. And if we pass, we get a certificate. Something I could frame and put on my wall. Something that would make chicks want to get naked when they see it.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I saw everybody getting so excited. I figured I better get in line behind them, so I don't miss anything. Now, I'm not so sure.
I mean, I have a lot of movies on my shelf. "Invasion of the Blood Farmers," for example. That didn't really change my life.
I'm just trying to figure out how all of this is going to pay off.
Naturally, I was hoping that all of this work was going to pay off. In the very least, I should be promoted to some higher level of existence. Some new level of Utopia. Haven't I earned it?
Then I found out it was just a movie. What the fuck?

So, I'm going to spend 500 hours and two years getting ready for this thing. And then what? I go stand in line for several hours with a bunch of bald, fat guys (and the occasional girlfriend, complete with the "You owe me big time for this, asshole" expression on her face). The guy next to me in line is going to try to impress me with everything he knows about the movie, and I'm going to be like, "Dude, I know. I'm a Star Trek fan. We all know this shit. Take a shower." I will watch the movie for two hours. And then what? Go home and commit suicide? Wait for it to come out on DVD?
Shit, that's a lot of pressure. I don't even know the difference between HD DVD and Blu-Ray. I don't think I'm even qualified to wait for it to come out on DVD.
And even if I am, then what? I buy it on DVD? Watch it two or three times. Memorize the best lines. Quote them ad nauseum here. Is any of this going to get me laid?
I have been seriously misled. The last time I put this much work into anything, I got a law degree out of it. Or a divorce judgment.
So you're telling me that I'm not going to get anything other than the same movie experience that every other asshole is going to get, even the ones who never even logged onto this website? They'll probably enjoy it more than I will, because they will never know that Harlan Ellison got all pissed off about the Guardian of Forever. Nor will they care.
There should at least be something that I could put on my resume. Like a license or something. Maybe T'Bonz could administer some kind of test. And if we pass, we get a certificate. Something I could frame and put on my wall. Something that would make chicks want to get naked when they see it.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I saw everybody getting so excited. I figured I better get in line behind them, so I don't miss anything. Now, I'm not so sure.
I mean, I have a lot of movies on my shelf. "Invasion of the Blood Farmers," for example. That didn't really change my life.
I'm just trying to figure out how all of this is going to pay off.