tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185990897827394842.post1238333456226004525..comments2023-07-01T06:56:05.277-04:00Comments on Come on - let's get into character.: The One With a Boring Question and a Sad MovieAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708896686750374137noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185990897827394842.post-57766663068353547292010-06-17T15:51:44.905-04:002010-06-17T15:51:44.905-04:00That? Might be the best story ever. There was no...That? Might be the best story ever. There was no laughing in my sobbing. . .just me crying about how much I didn't like it. I told my fiance today that I refused to watch the rest of it, and he seemed a wee bit offended.<br /><br />I also have to tell you that when I saw your comment in the "Moderate Comments" section, I didn't think anything of it, thinking you were a random person I managed to generate. Then I saw the picture by your post and was like OH! I KNOW HER!<br /><br />So, uh, that's awesome. Thanks for commenting. Also reading. I'm kind of a comment whore, so it makes me happy.<br /><br />Incidentally, I LOVE Hyperbole and a Half. Love. It.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04708896686750374137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185990897827394842.post-46323776807450723872010-06-17T14:58:48.058-04:002010-06-17T14:58:48.058-04:00Ohhh Up. Let me tell you MY experience. My dad r...Ohhh Up. Let me tell you MY experience. My dad really wanted to see it, so my sister and I took him to the movies for Father's Day last year. So we're sitting in the theater and that part of the movie that you were referencing occurs, and I realize I'm going to lose it. This is a problem, because I have a reputation in my family for being the cold-hearted bitch, and I like it that way. So I attempt to feign an allergy attack -- a few fake little sneezes and some follow-up sniffling, which gave me an excuse to swipe the tears out of my eyes. I did not realize how long the sadness was going to be dragged out. So after a few minutes of this, I started trying to glance at my dad and sister out of the corner of my eye to see if they've noticed. As nonchalantly as possible, I rolled my eyes as far to the side as I could, then slowly turned my head just enough to glance at my sister -- and just in time to realize that she was doing the exact same thing as me. We both burst into a pitiful combination of laughter and sobbing, but everyone in the theater now knows us as the assholes that laughed during the sad part of Up.<br /><br />P.S. -- I love your blog. You make me strongly consider blogging again because you have so much fun with it.<br /><br />P.P.S. -- Have you ever checked out hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com? I think you would appreciate it. Reminds me of your kind of humor, and it is pretty much the best blog ever.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13980126360024872742noreply@blogger.com