I saw a local movie called Tatarin in ATC years and years ago, back when I could still watch horrific movies in theaters and stuff. It was supposedly based on a Nick Joaquin short story we’ve read in Hum 1 back in college, but there were too many exposed breasts, vegetable phallic symbolism, and moaning in the movie which we’ve never seemed to notice in the short story. The movie is incomprehensible crap. The final scene has the main guy (I even forgot actor) licking girl’s foot, which seemed like a metaphor for cunnilungus. I don’t know how we’ve reached that conclusion, maybe we were just bastos, but it did seem like cunnilungus. Credits suddenly rolled, lights turned on, the end. A woman in the audience stood up and screamed “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!”
I am reminded of this when we went to Ocean Park today for a section annual meeting. After the meeting where the year was capped off and I got ecstatic that I have once again triumphed in my goal of minimum requirement, we went to see the attractions. We fell in line for the penguins. Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Alanis Whore loves penguins, and I love Batman’s villain The Penguin, so the half-hour line should be worth it. After watching the cute penguins dive and swim and stuff we fell in line yet again for the snow room. Truly there would be penguins gallivanting and jumping around and all golly-gee. Wearing our jackets we excitedly went to the snow room. It was cold and… it was cold. There were no penguins. But there were benches. And a few steps to the right we saw a door that said: Exit. We exited. Attraction over.
All together now: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT????!!!!
Except, only we
were screaming that. Families and crap were sitting on the benches and playing in the huge ref and taking pictures and gallivanting frolicking traipsing fun fun fun and stuff. Which incurred a second round of an even louder: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?????!