Wait! I remember watching The Thing (the inspired remake starring Kurt back in 1982) and pissing my pants. I loved those pants but it was all worth it. Then last year I pissed my pants again watching The Thing 2011, but that was only because what I really wanted to do was piss all over the movie but I forgot to unzip my fly. It happens.
I remember Total Recall. Hello.... not the uninspired rip-off that hit our theaters in a pretty recent past that reminded me of Marty's alternate present where everything is not exactly what it should be. Well, I admit Kate Beckinsale looked yummy, she always does, and ahum intelligent too, of course, but that wimpy what's-his-name... that Sonny-Crockett-wanna-be-but-I-don't-think-so... flush it, thank you. Total Recall...three boobies on a single babe... It's the only way. I remember Schwarzy the way he was before he decided to turn himself into a practical joke by getting pregnant, saying 'I'll be back' just once too often, and then going into evil politics. Sigh.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say is... thank you all my blogging friends for helping me get through what has been my toughest year yet. Thank you for your humorous comments. Thank you for the serious ones, too. Two thousand and thirteen... Pfff... Bring it on!
This is the Blue Grumpster signing off. Happy new year everybody.
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