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Had copy of The Walking Dead vol one for sale on eBay.  Got an offer, but then, before I could mail it, the younger dog got at it and chew up the side a little bit.  I told the buyer about what happened, sent him a pic and he canceled the order, so I refunded his money (only wish this had all happened BEFORE I bought the postage to send the book.) 

Now I got a book that probably won't sell.  I wonder if I could deliberately chew it up and bite on it some and sell it as a rare, "Walker Bite Mark" Edition?

Geez, I'd only change ONE thing about my wife!!!   

[BELA]

STAR WARS movies
LORD OF THE RINGS s**t.
ROCKY movies.
LETHAL WEAPON movies.
Harry Potter nonsense.
TWILIGHT trash.
the ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW.
GONE WITH THE WIND
TITANIC
most FRIDAY THE 13TH movies-the only ones I really liked were 2,3 and JASON GOES TO HELL (which everyone hates.)
most NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET movies-except the first,of course.
....and as far as the WIZARD OF OZ is concerned-Tiana hates it too. I love it-!

and to torture you Robert!-here!

http://youtu.be/hG3mJcUzwaI

Agree on most of this, BELA, except ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW is fun, but I've had enough of it, I do enjoy hating TITANIC, liked the first LOTR and the first HARRY POTTER (hate all the rest) and hate all the rest of your list with you, and LOVE THE WIZARD OF OZ too !!!  

[THE WIZARD OF OZ]

I think anyone with a brain goes through a phase of hating THE WIZARD OF OZ.  I did.  Then, you realize how good it is for completely different reasons from enjoying it as a child.  THE WIZARD OF OZ is about as good as Hollywood got.  

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FORREST GUMP was mainly annoying. I always forget that people like it a lot because it seems like such an unlikely thing for humans to enjoy.
I kind of hate GOOD WILL HUNTING.

I hate FORREST GUMP.  And GOOD WILL HUNTING is manipulative horse hockey; hate it and make fun of it often.

I've never been able to sit through IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE...

That's too bad, it's quite good.

I don't hate Night of the Hunter.......I just found it incredibly boring and predictable...

You don't know sh!t from shineola...

all 3 Lord of the Rings

I loved the first one, was perplexed by the second, and overwhelmingly BORED by the third.  

IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE.    Words fail me.

You fail.  Sorry, Newt, but we'd agree about some people being LONG WINDED no doubt (though not in this thread).  

2001: A Space Odyssey

Sure the FX were great, but they were so impractical no one was able to use the same methods. Moving 30' space ships around a studio and doing  most of the matte work by hand is commendable, but expensive. The film didn't really advance the art of special FX the way King Kong, Star Wars, or Jurassic Park did. Don't really like the story either; it seems like the writer and director were trying to be bizarre/unclear to keep people wondering what it was about/talking about it.

Maybe I spoke too quickly about wind...  HOWEVER, I can totally see where anyone would NOT LIKE THIS FILM.  I was BORED the first time I saw it, and probably the second, and the third... but, I kept coming back.  I loved the soundtrack long before the film.  Now, it is one of my favorites.  I have come to LOVE what I call "motionless" movies.  BARRY LYNDON is also like that.  

Everything Woody Allen directed

As stated above.  

The Sound of Music. I admit it is a well-done movie, but when it comes on, I want to claw my way through a wall to escape.
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While I know I'm not alone on this board, I'll include Titanic. I watched it once years ago. It p**sed me off then, and it still does.

I truly loathe THE SOUND OF MUSIC.  TITANIC is a film I enjoy hating.  

I was tremendously disappointed by THE ENGLISH PATIENT. Maybe I need to watch it again. But the first time I saw it, I kept thinking: "This is really boring. And that make-up isn't fooling me at all."

Boe-ring.  

[YES Close To The Edge]

YES Close To The Edge
 

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[At Age Fifteen I Killed A Baby!]

At Age Fifteen I Killed A Baby!

That got your attention, didn’t it?

When I was fifteen, the Archdiocese got the bright idea of assigning every schoolgirl (not boys, mind you, the sexist goats) a freakishly life-like babydoll that we had to take care of for one weekend. The highly irritating “baby” cried at random at all hours, had sequences of buttons on her ankle that required pushing to simulate feeding, changing, burping, you name it, and a little computer inside recorded your attentiveness to her needs. I was doing an A+ job with the infant right up until the part where I dropped her on her head and killed her.

While I suppose excuses don’t suffice in the case of a slain child, it wasn’t entirely my fault. I had the baby in a strap-on carrier in front of me and was trying to catch a Frisbee my friend and I were keeping out of my dog, Charlotte Sometimes’, reach, when a leaping Charlotte Sometimes snagged the baby as she aimed for the Frisbee, and the kid kinda slipped out, and bam, fell onto the concrete driveway. Char and I both sort of looked down for a minute and I thought, “Oh-migosh.”

I knew the faint buzzing sound coming from inside Baby Darlene’s head couldn’t be a good sign, and I was less than reassured when the rest of the weekend the child neither fussed nor cried nor seemed to have any need for diaper changes, but I wasn’t prepared to walk in on Monday and have my homeroom teacher open the panel under her onesie and lugubriously proclaim, “Why, you’ve killed her…”

Talk about embarrassment! The looks of indignant horror in my Right to Life-indoctrinated classmates’ eyes as I, this offspring-offing barbarian, walked past them was one for the ages. Fortunately, though, I got a do-over, and that baby “Little Lyle” whose anatomical correctness was unnerving, lived to tell about his stay at Chez Moi.

I got the baby project when I was in 7th grade.  Ours wasn't the fancy abuse-tracking baby though, it was more of a craft project we had to carry around with us and keep from being kidnapped, and I think it was only for 2 weeks.  Of course this meant that the boys were constantly snatching the babies when the girls weren't looking.  We made them out of 2-liter bottles filled with water and covered with a sock and then we were to take them home and make them look like babies.  Mine had red hair, black eyes and fangs.  This may or may not have something to do with why I went to catholic school for 8th grade.

My friend had the electro-baby.  She was doing a great with it until some a-hole boy grabbed it and punched it a bunch of times.

What did I learn from this?  That boys will try to steal and kill your baby.

Here are some things my husband of seven years wishes were different about me....

He sincerely wishes I'd get on board with his plan to make Oklahoma stop sucking so much, so that Texas would fall into the ocean. Or at least Austin and more recently up near Dallas.

He sincerely wishes I had a girlfriend and would bring her home a few times a month when he's around. And just to be clear by 'girlfriend' I am not speaking Oprah-ese.

He wishes I would stop referring to our children's teachers as 'Nazis' the principal as 'Hitler' and the campus as 'Dachau'.

He wishes I would lose my aversion to eating foods that owe their existence to sexual intercourse.

He wishes I would quit talking so wistfully about having one last baby before I'm forty.

He wishes I would leave my pistol in the car when I go into Dunkin' Donuts before school.

He wishes I would get a cavity or a speeding ticket just once so I would stop bragging.

He wishes I would reconsider theism.

He wishes I would get another agent and go back to writing.

He wishes I would....well nevermind.

He wishes I would quit following Neil Gaiman. And by 'following' I mean 'offline" and by 'offline' I mean 'stalk' and by 'stalk' I mean 'living in his basement when he's not home'.

And he wishes I would find less joy in deciding where I will be buried someday (I will know the spot when I see it!) and while on that subject, that I'd change my mind about my stated wish that when I die my wedding ring goes to one of our daughters and that I be buried wearing my 1990s engagement ring given to me by a different man.

But most of all he wishes I liked to travel more than I do.

Other than all this, though, it's nice that he thinks I'm doing all right.

Let me add to your post Flangepart. 

I liked Deadpool better when he was legitimately a dangerous unpredictable psychotic and not so much  "LOL so random".