I am, therefore I download
Honorable people out there in charge of selecting and distributing the films that I am suppose to watch: Fuck you!
This is why people go to the internet to get whatever the hell they want. You flood this city with all those awesome summer blockbusters that are gone in a week, followed by the next big hit and before I can fully grasp why the hell I'm wasting my money in your so-called "entertainment" the next must watch film hits every single commercial space on TV, every billboard in town and every movie theater in the known world. Well guess what: I'm a brat and I'm spoiled and I want whatever the fuck I want. I don't want what you want me to want. If your strategy is denying me access to what I want and restricting it to what you have to offer, well, sorry to turn the lights on when you're having the most fun, but the internet is here to stay and if I demand whipped cream on top of my fucking whipped cream, get the can, smile, and apply it one more time. Otherwise my money is going to keep piling up in a bank.
Lovely people from Blockbuster, you guys are very nice and very helpful, and it's fine not to know something. It's ok. But don't fucking bullshit me if you don't know what the hell you're talking about. I know very well that you don't carry porn movies, but if you don't know what "Nine Songs" is, or what rating it has, or what is so special about that movie, just say that you don't carry it and end of the story. Save your judgments, your raised eye brows and your puzzle faces for those God-fearing people that find love making so sinful, immoral and disgusting. As for me, sooner or later, with or without your help, I get whatever movie I want.
My good friend the internet: thanks dude, I owe you one.
This is why people go to the internet to get whatever the hell they want. You flood this city with all those awesome summer blockbusters that are gone in a week, followed by the next big hit and before I can fully grasp why the hell I'm wasting my money in your so-called "entertainment" the next must watch film hits every single commercial space on TV, every billboard in town and every movie theater in the known world. Well guess what: I'm a brat and I'm spoiled and I want whatever the fuck I want. I don't want what you want me to want. If your strategy is denying me access to what I want and restricting it to what you have to offer, well, sorry to turn the lights on when you're having the most fun, but the internet is here to stay and if I demand whipped cream on top of my fucking whipped cream, get the can, smile, and apply it one more time. Otherwise my money is going to keep piling up in a bank.
Lovely people from Blockbuster, you guys are very nice and very helpful, and it's fine not to know something. It's ok. But don't fucking bullshit me if you don't know what the hell you're talking about. I know very well that you don't carry porn movies, but if you don't know what "Nine Songs" is, or what rating it has, or what is so special about that movie, just say that you don't carry it and end of the story. Save your judgments, your raised eye brows and your puzzle faces for those God-fearing people that find love making so sinful, immoral and disgusting. As for me, sooner or later, with or without your help, I get whatever movie I want.
My good friend the internet: thanks dude, I owe you one.
Jean-Francois was drunk at 11:17 PM
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