Rousing Game of Quidditch

I swear, I feel so chipper after work I could go out and play witch games on my broomstick if my world were written by JK Rowling. My job is so fun, and the people I work with are so great.

I found out tonight that in Red Dragon, Ratner (ha ha that is the name of the nerd in Fast Times @ Ridgemont High) decided to digitally alter the nude scene with Ralph (rafe) so that his enormous member would not affect audiences. Apparently, test audiences were "distracted" by it.

We all know that there is infinately more female nudity in films than male, and I can count the movies in my collection which actually show penises: The Piano, Edge of Sanity, Crying Game, Sleepaway Camp, Scary Movie--I think that's all. So now that there is one more movie where a reasonably good looking fellow is showing his wares, it has to be digitally smallified so we dont' get distracted??? I'm beginning to think this is a scam to insure that no man ever has to feel bad about the size of his wee. Although I daresay I could be distracted by a huge cock in the middle of my movie...

So thank goodness the film industry is so sensitive. Now no one will ever be encouraged to feel bad about not being able to live up to the image of beautiful bodies all over the movie screen. Be grateful that your date will never compare you to the person on the screen who is better endowed than you. And hooray that no one will ever again feel they need to live up to an unrealistic image of what we all should look like. Thank you, Hollywood, for thinking of us...

I left out some stuff

Some cool stuff happened today at work, but I got so into discussing poor men and thier tiny wee's that I forgot to post it.

I talked to our promotions chick @ M*stone. She is awesome!!! And she is putting me in charge of decorations and stuff, as I am her assistant for the Halloween party at M*Stone. I also will be reading tarot cards those two nights for ann arbor mall peeps.

The other cool thing was that Uterdic came up to my work with that cute little Cepheidus chick. Which was awesome enough, but then, they came back later to give me a ride home. As if that wasn't the greatest thing since sliced bread, Cepheidus got me a present for no reason at all except I'm cool. And an amazing gift it was: a poster of Picasso's Guernica!

So that finally, I may now say "Take that, Guernica!" and have something to point at. Plus it looks great where my poster of The Rock used to be.