Even though I know I'll be revulsed by it, everything I've heard about A Serbian Film has inspired me to want to watch it. Shocking cinema is truly my most masochistic point, other than brutal chili, of course.

You don't want to see A Serbian Film. You just think you do.

You don't want to see A Serbian Film. You just think you do.

I do, actually.
I've yet to be sickened/repulsed by a film so this sounds promising on that front.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I'll keep that in mind; I've seen Salo, and while I found that fucked up, it didn't affect me terribly.

[djskrimp]

I'll watch it. I want to see if the director is full of shit or for real about what he "intends" the film to be about.

Was given the option to change seats at the office today, due to the fact that we have less staff than before so we don't need to sprawl all over our section of the building - we all need to bunch together now. I decided on a seat in the far end of the room, as it was apparent that it would separate me from the group of loud annoying co-workers (who will not shut up about Twilight), as well as my nemesis.
And what happens? They re-assign him a seat directly opposite me. Well, after much dissension, I was allowed my old seat back, as it's sill far enough from him (though less the Twi-hards), and next to the door.
That's progress for you.

Urgh... Twilight...

Fight hard bro.

Twilight, eh.

All the more reason this brings me joy:

I'll watch it. I want to see if the director is full of shit or for real about what he "intends" the film to be about.

I think it's all about filming Aristocrats joke.

[djskrimp]

I'll watch it. I want to see if the director is full of shit or for real about what he "intends" the film to be about.

I think it's all about filming Aristocrats joke.

In the end, it always is, innit?

Was given the option to change seats at the office today, due to the fact that we have less staff than before so we don't need to sprawl all over our section of the building - we all need to bunch together now. I decided on a seat in the far end of the room, as it was apparent that it would separate me from the group of loud annoying co-workers (who will not shut up about Twilight), as well as my nemesis.
And what happens? They re-assign him a seat directly opposite me. Well, after much dissension, I was allowed my old seat back, as it's sill far enough from him (though less the Twi-hards), and next to the door.
That's progress for you.

Thats workplace harrasment!

^Dare I ask what it is?