Nightsquad

If you enjoy the Rocky Horror picture show, you’re either psychologically fucked up, queer, or both. Seriously. It’s one of the most god awful movies ever shat into existence by the poor fuck of a fucking filmmaker who sold his soul to Lucifer for the fucking terrible idea for this fucking awful movie. You’re all fucked up. The whole lot of you. Buncha grown men and women dressing up like Tim Curry in drag to go see a fucking movie that’s a big fucking gay joke for 98 fucking minutes.

But let’s put all that asside. Let’s put the fact that you all dress up like fucking freakshows because you got picked on in High School. Let’s forget about all that.

Let’s talk about how your movie is SO fucking horrible, you people have invented retarded fucking shit to pass the time while the movie is playing. I shit you not, these fucking idiots have created a whole routine to amuse themselves while the movie is playing. Let me repeat that one more time.

Fan’s of Rocky Horror picture show find the movie so horrible and boring they’ve invented a sort of audience participation schtick to keep their asperger having asses entertained. Here’s an explaination for people they call “virgins” and what I call “heterosexuals”

Now you have the backstory. Now for the rest of it.

Some fucknut, (Chris Stewart) on one of the Ghostbusters Message Board’s that I visit, actually suggested that we, as Ghostbusters fans, should engage in such faggotry at the midnight screenings of Ghostbusters that seem to be popping up at the moment. As a heterosexual man and a fan of the movie Ghostbusters I naturally voiced my displeasure at such fudge packin’ shenanigans taking place.

Chris’s logic seemed to imply that what he had suggested was okay, because it’s merely a suggestion, that doesn’t mean anyone is really going to go through with it. To which I say this:

The mere suggestion of such an idea makes, Chris, Me, YOU, and ANYONE ELSE involved with the Ghostbusters fandom look BAD. It’s like this; as far as nerdery goes, Ghostbusters is pretty much the bottom rung of the ladder. On the furthest end of the spectrum you have the 501st and Trekkies. Then down at the bottom of the ladder you got us. We’re actually normal compared to all other ends of the nerd spectrum. Which is how i’d like to keep it. But keeping it that way is a hard hustle, folks. Damned hard.

Suggesting such an idea as ruining the screening of a GOOD movie such as Ghostbusters, By participating in activities similar to the crap in which Rocky Horror fans enact, worsens our reputation and place on the ladder. Our perception from the straights is already damaged enough sheerly based on the fact that you have men like this.

and men like this

It doesn’t help that men like this are out there representing the fandom poorly by looking like mutilated ass (1st pic) and acting like complete and total fucking autism patients (2nd pic). It doesn’t help us at all.

The bottom line is this, retards, Ghostbusters is a good enough movie that it can stand on it’s own 2 legs without us as fans acting like a collective bunch of faggots like the Rocky Horror fans. But nevermind that, kids, Nevermind all that.

We’re better than that. You heard me. We’re better than having to resort to such bullshit behavior. We’re Ghostbusters fans. We’re the everyman-nerd. We can take or leave it. We’re not compulsed to get out there and spread the seed of dork on the masses like the Trekkies or the 501st.

We’re better than this shit.

For those who may not know, This weekend was the first time all 4 members of Nightsquad have been together in the same place in nearly a year. Yes, All 4 of us spent the weekend together, and with the departure of Mr. Chrismer, it is now officially over. Until July…

Here’s a few details of the weekend to look forward to, As we have video evidence of most of it, it will be in future shows. Sorry, Troy, Alot of it was shot in the car. ^_^

We attented the horrorhound convention over the weekend, Where Jen and the Fat Man took pictures with Mewes and O’Halloran. Chrismer and I abstained. Observe.

No word from the fat man on his goods or not.

There was COPIOUS amounts of alcohol flowing in celebration of the of the births of both Chrismer and The Yeti. During said drunkeness Jen had filmed Chrismer and myself having a highly intellectual conversation about Ghostbusters, Yeti can be seen in the corner holding his head in pain from our nerdery.

We also have some of the best footage we’ve shot in the car to date, as well as a new car to boot. Yeti now trolls around in a 1988 Lincoln Town Car. I really think you’ll find it funny.

Anyways, Stay tuned kids. Cause come July 18th it’s gonna get a whole lot better. We had to feel the situation out this time as we haven’t seen each other in so long. But it all came back to us. So we’ll have a ton of shit come next month.

Nipfort Blarney Kwando Floo.

Holbrook.

I had plans to write a long post about how the death of George Carlin severely bummed me out. But I completely lost the will to write it. So there ya go.

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