Here's the quick and dirty version of the post about Ultraviolet that I've been meaning to make for the past week:
Don't go see it.
I'm off from work to get much-needed dinner. If I'm not back in an hour, the tornado got me and I'm dead. Sorry about that.
And no, you can't have any of my shit. I get buried with everything.
You can't kill me, motherfuckers!
Wow. I wonder who the asshole is who programmed "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head" as the radar channel muzak.
I'm going to go eat my dinner before this turns into any more of a Shane post.
To me, the most entertaining thing about Spike TV's "Pros vs Joes" is the not just possibility but likelihood that RomoCop is going to 'roid out and tear somebody's nuts completely off.