tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post3370460893495991966..comments2011-06-18T21:38:18.621-05:00Comments on So There I Was...: I Hate You, Marcus. I Love You, Storms.Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12620019004902778867noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-49227298572692773802010-11-08T12:13:06.365-06:002010-11-08T12:13:06.365-06:00i hate marcus theaters to dugless was so much more...i hate marcus theaters to dugless was so much more fun with the little ticker clipping right before the movie but storms are the things that just plane makes me sad because there gloomy and depressingmary jolenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00593587827311423923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-59835309794583915712008-06-06T14:09:00.000-05:002008-06-06T14:09:00.000-05:00There is only one theater really worth going to - ...There is only one theater really worth going to - and that my friend, is the Rivoli in Seward. It's adorable. One screen. but still, it's the same movies. Wonderful chairs. And odds are if you actaully live in seward you'll know at least 10 people there. plus on curtain nights you can have the whole place to your self. An older couple named Jeff and Julie own it. they're like the nicest ever, and try really hard to remember everyone. Not to mention, as far as movies go, it's ridiculously cheep. It's just so lovable, and an all around good experience.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-91559577559859833152008-06-05T22:50:00.000-05:002008-06-05T22:50:00.000-05:00Yeah, I can see it, too. Marc had a cigar hanging ...Yeah, I can see it, too. Marc had a cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth, a black eye, and bore a surprising resemblance to the bad guy on "popeye". he glanced unhappily at his cards and slowly and sneakily pulled an ace of spades out of his shirt sleeve with a sneer...already plotting the demise of the local movie theaters.Johannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12620019004902778867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-86058446241162124792008-06-05T21:36:00.000-05:002008-06-05T21:36:00.000-05:00Storm chasing! You and I and anybody else who's br...Storm chasing! You and I and anybody else who's brave enough to hazard the risk!<BR/><BR/>I agree, Marc is a big bully. Doug was the best. I wonder how that all happened anyway. It was probably a dark and stormy night. Marc, Doug and the rest of the city council-people were playing a hand of black-jack. Marc raised the stakes and Doug looked nervously across the table. He pulled out the keys to the Lincoln and Omaha theaters and reluctantly placed them on the table. And the rest, as they say, is history... *daydreams*Curtishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142779402478781386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-60689908368182197172008-06-01T17:14:00.000-05:002008-06-01T17:14:00.000-05:00Oh yeah!! I can't believe I forgot to put that par...Oh yeah!! I can't believe I forgot to put that part about dad in there! ha. and yes, I'm pretty sure you DID cry occasionally with me when we had to huddle in the hallway, or wherever the "safest place" was during a storm. and who wouldn't? mom and dad would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off shouting "DON'T PANIC! DON'T PANIC!" no wonder we cried! <BR/><BR/>Dude, the college students at the movie theaters were my homies. occasionally they would give me tickets at cheaper prices. funny, hu?Johannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12620019004902778867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851044411936153577.post-19889717072916266432008-06-01T17:01:00.000-05:002008-06-01T17:01:00.000-05:00well shoot, all that time i thought you were going...well shoot, all that time i thought you were going to try and connect the two parts of your post - i mean connect them in a way other than putting them in the same post. :) that second part especially was HILARIOUS. our house IS exactly like that during storms. except you forgot the part about Dad going out to the front porch to check on things while the most recent radar loop loads. on the other hand i totally remember how much fun it was to categorize my stuff into something called prized possessions. i can't blame them for doing that, except i didn't cry. and i can't blame mom and dad for scaring us and sending us downstairs so they could have a few golden moments of peace. <BR/><BR/>oh yeah and when have semiconscious students ever given you a deal on movies??Nikki Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12991234600129059209noreply@blogger.com