My dress code at work prescribes that I wear only really black and white. During the holiday season I had to wear one of a set of red ties the bought for me. So, with the black suit, red tie, and white shirt, I ended up looking like a security guard. Since New Years, I am able to drop the mandatory cheap red tie, but still I am supposed to keep it all ebony and ivory. So now, with the black suit, white shirt, and black tie, I think I look like a particularly dashing undertaker, while others have commented that I look like one of the Men in Black (Galaxy defenders). And while there are worse things to be compared to than the Men in Black (they won't let you remember), one of the things that made me all jazzed up about this job was the ability to finally have some style at work.

At my old job at Sears, I had to wear some combination of, guess what, black and white; though I was, just for the sheer exciting hell of it, allowed to wear khaki as well. I was boring, dull, and more than a little ugly. And, over the years, I have built up a decent little pile of shirts, suits and ties, and goddamn it, I want to get some use out of them, and look good at the same time. Rar!

...and while that might sound like a fun board game, it’s not a board game at all. It is the pricing scheme that currently goes on in America’s movie theaters. Like, 10 dollars per movie, then double if paying for a date, then half again if you want any refreshments or condiments. And student prices or matinee screenings are harder and harder to find. So, for the past three times I went to movies, I had to pay full price, and two of those times, I thought I would get a cheap price, once the theater removed its student prices (in a college town!) and the other made some stupid holiday an excuse to get rid of matinee prices. Bastards! These kinds of things can take all the fun out of going to a movie, especially when I can be watching some pretty crap or average movies.

Anyway...today, I went to Willowbrook Mall and saw Robots and Ring 2. These were both fairly boring, and I was kind of tired, so it wasn’t fabulous. But, what I was pleased by is the fact that I got matinee prices on Good Friday, managed to sneak in a fully popped bag of microwave popcorn, an easy pour bottle of coke, a taco and two roast beef sandwiches, and I snuck from Robots to Ring 2 with no hassles and for free and saw the full length of both mediocre movies. So I saved a decent hunk of change and beat out the Man, so I felt pretty good about myself.

And also, for all of those keeping up with my metro stylistic tips, I learned that it is better to cut your nails when they are dry, even though they are more pliable when wet, the wetness leads to frayed nails, and that is no good.

Also, going back to movies, I saw Risky Business on DVD on Thursday night. Now, for many years, I had thought, that due to it starring Tom Cruise and the fact that it’s most famous and most oft repeated or parodied scene involves Cruise dancing around in his underwear, that this was a chick flick. However, now I have seen it, and it is not a chick flick. It is full to the brim of dirty dirty hookers and whores, and thus, I proclaim it at least as good for the guys as it is for the gals. Even if the gals are dirty dirty hookers and whores.