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move over iphone...

...I just bought an omop.

This is Method's version of the mop, though to give this beauty such a lame moniker is a crime. Besides being the most beautiful apparatus used to clean anything, anywhere, it is easy to use and does a commendable job. Plus, it works with both a wet/dry re-washable microfiber pad and swiffer-type throw away clothes (except unlike swiffer, these are corn-derived so they're 100% biodegradable). The floor cleaner is also non-toxic and biodegradable, and smells like almonds instead of chemicals.

So it's a mop that looks good, smells good, and it's green. It's so cool that probably the next one is going to be able to surf the internet and make phone calls using power from the dirt it picks up.

Simpsonized

I saw the Simpson's movie in the theater this week. Ben, Luke, Ryan and I went to Tinseltown. It was terribly exciting. First, the girl at the ticket counter told us there was no 8:05 show. There was an 8:05 show online, we told her. She insisted that there was no 8:05 show. There was an 8:05 show on the marquee, we told her. She insisted that there was not, but then we politely asked her to check again, and she found it. We got the student price.

We entered the theater and discovered that though we were ten minutes late, nothing was playing. Everyone was just sitting in the theater and staring at the blank screen. So we decided to inform the management that the movie in theater 9 wasn't playing. We could have walked down to the concession stand and bugged them, but we were sitting down already. And we're lazy. So we called management.

When one frequents a run down theater, one should have the number for the theater management memorized (906-0496). When one is in the middle of the climax for Ocean's 12, and already so sure one has missed something important, one is not leaving the theater to tell them the sound is out of sync. So one calls the management and says, "Hi. I'm in theater 6, and the sound is out of sync...yes, I mean the lips don't match the words. Thank you."

The movie was actually really funny. I suppose that with a 18 year reputation to maintain, they had to make it pretty good. At least, I think the movie was good. See, right at the beginning of the climax, as Homer climbs aboard his motorcycle, strobe lights started going off in the theater. And a loudspeaker told everyone to evacuate. And then everyone got up and left, even though the movie was still running.

Everyone in the whole theater was in the hall, so they told us to go outside while they figured out what was wrong. They came out ten minutes later and yelled that it was a false alarm. Said they'd start the movies right where they left off. Except our projector was messed up, remember? We saw the last gag, then watched the credits. So I have no idea how the movie ends. Sad, but true. It could have been worse--the people watching The Bourne Ultimatum left the theater just as Bourne was about to discover his true identity.

We did get a rain check. But no, we aren't sitting through the entire Simpson's movie again to see the last fifteen minutes.

We're going to find out who Jason Bourne really is.



In honor of the experience, I Simpsonized myself. Thanks for the link, Tim May.