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UNIVERSAL CONVERGENCE AND DVD JUNK

So one of the reasons that I quit going to the real movies, other than the stink of popcorn and the yapping of people, is the previews and ads. Goddam ads! Over 20 minutes of it.

So now, today, I look forward to seeing Sherlock Holmes (2009) and, at the start, I get shanghaied into preview hell.

It will not stop. It will not go to the menu. It will not skip.

Relentless.

They took fucking 20 minutes of my life, the shits. Warner Brothers. Bastards.

So, I let it run, got it to the menu and stopped.

Now, I can go back Sunday (tomorrow is booked) and see the film from the menu on.

Another reason to not watch Hollywood "product". Cocksuckers. Ooops. That isn't an epithet we use around here. Actually can be a compliment.

They don't want people to pirate or copy their stuff and so they do shit like this.

Now you might wonder what the rant is about. It is about my schedule. I have a nap, have lunch and at noon launch the movie. It ends at two or earlier most days. Then I move on to the next thing. Scheduled. Routine.

I don't have time for fucking previews.

None.

That is my story today.

Now, having said that, I have to admit that, just about the time I hit the actual menu, I had two phone calls that I would not have wanted to miss. One took half an hour to unravel.

So maybe I wasn't supposed to see the movie today.

I am OK with that. Providence. Karma. The Universe in action.

But why the fuck did I have to endure 20 minutes of previews to get me off the film watching and available for a phone call. Since, truth, if I had been launched into Robert Downey and Jude Law I wouldn't have answered the phone until 2PM which would have been too late to have been of help.

Couldn't the Universe just have sent me a note? A text message? No. It had to be previews.

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