the death of sincerity.

so, what's there to do when you've been at the video store for an hour, and there's absolutely nothing in which you could possibly have any serious interest?

why... the answer is irony!

our summer roommate says that we MIT students do everything ironically. i believe he commented that we even smoke pot ironically. which is, sadly, true. but you can't blame us for slipping into self-referential mockery of spicoli types every time we spark a spliff, can you? it's the stigma that makes it happen.

so, irony. what are the most recent few movies we've watched? well, there was the classic alien 3000, apparently also known as "unseen evil 2." most memorable for the assorted stretches of clearly-reused footage of a guy in a rubber suit getting shot. and model helicopters!

then there was dream warrior, which looked promisingly awful. but though the actors were wretched, the production values were a little high, and it just wasn't quite as funny.

and our most recent selection was another entry in the thrilling vein of "movies with titles that feature big round numbers" - dracula 3000, which fulfilled my long-standing desire to see coolio smoke a bong in space. in general, it wasn't as awful as alien 3000, but the ending made it far, far, faaaar worse. we laughed for a good few minutes at the end. oh, lord.

so i guess what this goes to show you is.... when stoned people go to the video store, they pick terrible movies.

(pls. note that we owe our inspiration to brian... and boa vs. python.)

and if you're too poor and/or stoned to leave your house, why not check out "Doc," which is on show case far, far too often. billy ray cyrus is the least plausible doctor, ever. in the history of mankind.