Hee hee! Peter Jackson's acceptance speech on MTV movie awards!! Even better, GOLLUM!!! GOLLUM RAWKED!! BWAHAHAHAHAA!!!!
So the new guy, Brayden, and I were getting tapes ready to be checked in this morning. I'd just popped in Wallflowers' 'Breach' [SQUEEZEHUGSBRIDGIE!!!] when Paul, who'd gone to take the morning deposit to the bank, runs back in the store. Apparently, some FUCKING ASS BASTARD had just pulled a gun on him and stolen the entire deposit. What the FUCK is this neighborhood coming to. The store's been there for six years, with the routine being the same probably that entire time, and this is the first time anything even remotely unusual has happened with the bank deposit. I feel so sorry for Paul, that's TWICE he's had a gun stuck in his face since coming to work for Blockbusters. And oh, surprise surprise, I've been there both times. This is getting monotonous. It's probably just because I wasn't the one they were aiming at, but the adrenalin was totally missing this go round.
In other news, my Dance Pad is dead. Fuck. There goes what little bit of proficiency I've gained so far.
OMT I posted a pic at Deviantart! O_o http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/2195039