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Today was an amusing day at work.

Coworker C: I'm sorry, my phone cut out sir, could you repeat that? Mr...P-E-P-P-E-R? Thank you, sir.
Sam: *under his breath* That's SERGEANT Pepper to you!
Coworker C: *finishes call* *hangs up phone*
Sam: Did you just sell tickets to a Mr. Pepper?
Coworker C: He's a Doctor Pepper and he just asked me out on a DATE!

Sam: Thank you for calling the theatre box office, my name is Sam, how can I help you?
Patron: *long silence*
Sam: Hello?
Patron: I'm so sorry! I thought you were a recording, but you're real!

Coworker K: I wanted to tell her she's an idiot, but I used my inside voice. My inside-my-head voice.

Coworker M: Well. That was a whole cavalcade of stupid.

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I watched the frst five minutes of At World's End last night, which was all I allowed myself before going to bed. The film got pretty lukewarm reviews in the papers and I'm sure the rest won't hold up as well but, after seeing the opening scene, I have to say that in order for me to give it a lukewarm review the entire rest of the movie will have to suck on a level comparable to, say, a Pauly Shore film.

I'm not expecting, and I never have, that I will see great literature when I watch a Pirates movie. The original PotC is one of the few movies I own and the only one I watch purely for the pleasure it provides on an adventure-story level. It's based on a ride, for god's sake.

That having been said, the opening scene of At World's End is one of the most compelling and intense openings I've encountered in any film, anywhere.

I've got to see this in a cinema before it closes.

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Ohkay, come on you guys, seriously. I'm not a spoiler-nazi or anything, but dude, if someone tells you that they've only seen the first five minutes, don't tell them stuff that happens in the rest of the movie. It's just not nice.

All of which is to say that none of you will be getting replies in re: the pirates post below until I have seen the rest of the movie. Which will probably be Saturday, as I think Coworker M and I are doing a big PotC/House Finale/greasy food fest tomorrow night.

We've embraced the fact that we don't have social lives.