Also that English has fallen on such hard times that someone would abuse the idea of concise titles to this degree? Jeez.

Crap. Now I have to google the theater as well.

To the subject at hand, who knew, years ago, that I would be a Filmgoer? Well, Garbage Pail Kids did apparently. I remember nothing about it, other than the obvious strong irony involved in the act of seeing it.

Just remembered another thing, not about the film, of course. Before George Michael taught me liking things I liked was good, there was levels of irony. If you liked something, that was level one. If you thought something was genuinely funny, that was level two. If you made fun of something genuine, that was level three, with level four being making fun of jokes.

You see where this is going, don’t you?

I think I retired after reaching level eight (irony about making fun of a joke about a gag), but if that doesn’t sum up a wonderfully wasted college era/soul, then this ticket counts for nothing.

All right, officially wiki’D and nothing comes to mind. Did find this on the theater in question, which does bring back memories of video games. Playing House of the Dead years later (technically six) at the Galaxy 6 was I guess level 5?

I do remember now being terrified of the dolls. They are not cute, which makes for great horror. There may have been overly ambitious plans for a Halloween costume, but that had about as much chance of success as my Gilda tiki mirror.

Ah, my Gilda tiki mirror. What a success!