So, I took myself on a date tonight. The Android is off somewhere being manly and playing video games and ping pong and smoking a pipe (Like an actual Gandalf-lookin' pipe. I married a geek.). So, I went to the mall to stock up on yarn so I can knit things for the five million babies that are coming along in the next few months. I also went to see Baby Mama. It was cute and fluffy and not nearly as well thought out as Mean Girls was, but I love me some Tina Fey, so I'm willing to give her a pass.
Anyhoo, the theatre was packed and naturally, a group of teenage girls sit down next to me. The one closest to me (of course) is a movie talker. She peppered the ENTIRE movie with "Oh. My. God." and "Wow." and "He is so weird." and What is she wearing?" and "Seriously?".
Now normally I would have asked her to keep her comments to herself, but by the time it occurred to me we were already halfway through the movie and... well.
Sigourney Weaver is in Baby Mama. In her first scene the girl next to me goes: "Where do I know her from?"
Are you fucking kidding me? She's Sigourney Weaver!
Also, just because mall cops have Segways now doesn't mean they aren't just mall cops.