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geek bomb

Those moments when the stars of geekdom all seem to align in harmonious conjunction, when the elements add up to a pure geek gestalt that makes your skin tingle, your smile stretch to the back of your head, and you find yourself helplessly jumping up and down in your seat?

I call that a geek bomb.

Personal examples?

  • In Pulp Fiction, when Butch picks up the baseball bat, then picks up the chainsaw, and then sees the purest of pure geek weapons — HOLY HELL, IT’S A FREAKING SAMURAI SWORD — hanging on the wall? Geek bomb.
  • In Raiders of the Lost Ark, when the Nazis drive off with the Ark of the Covenant, and then Indy appears [insert Raiders theme here] chasing after them ON A FREAKING HORSE? Geek bomb. (Echoed later on by an equally powerful geek bomb when he appears on the deck of the submarine. Hoo-whee.)
  • In Superman Returns, when Superman lifts THE ENTIRE FREAKING KRYPTO-CONTINENT into space, finally showing on screen the incredibly massive moving-planets-if-he-so-chooses strength that comic book fans know Superman has but have never gotten to see? Geek bomb.

I could go on in this vein FOR DAYS… but I do have a point.

Last night’s episode of Heroes.

Seen it?

If not, I will keep this spoiler-free.

Suffice it to say… I got ONE MOTHER OF A GEEK BOMB last night.

If you saw it, you probably know what I’m taking about.

My glee reservoirs? They are full.

Got your own personal geek bombs? Then delurk, my pollen-dusted readers… delurk!

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one sentence movie reviews by my lovely wife

On Clerks II:

“It’s got everything you could want in a movie — comedy… bestiality… a dance sequence!”

And then — I’m not making this up — she wiped away a tear.

Good movie.

that which cannot be named

Stopping by Blockbuster to pick up a couple of movies. Movies in hand, I get in line to pay. A cashier calls me up to the register and off we go:

CASHIER: And did you find everything you were looking for today?

ME: Yup.

CASHIER: [Opening the DVD cases] So we have “Brick” and the movie that we are not allowed to say the title of.

ME: Yup… What?

CASHIER: We aren’t allowed to say the name of that movie.

ME: What?

SECOND CASHIER: Yup. Had to take down the poster and everything.

ME: You’re not allowed to say “Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story”?

FIRST CASHIER: Nope.

ME: Ahem… “Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story”.

[Anticipatory pause.]

FIRST CASHIER: Oh, YOU can shout it to the rooftops. We just can’t. Had a customer complain.

ME: That’s stupid.

SECOND CASHIER: Yup.

ME: Really stupid.

FIRST CASHIER: Yup.

ME: Wow.

[Pay for movies. Walk to exit. Pause. Turn around and face the store.]

ME: Tristram Shandy. [Pause.] A COCK and BULL Story.

[Pause. World does not end. Exit.]