Burt Gummer’s Rec Room June 2011 Archive
A gathering place for firearms enthusiasts, paranoid survivalists and those who worship at the Church of Chang
June. Although as Perfection is in the middle of a desert, that doesn’t make a lot of difference. Nevertheless, it’s graboid breedin’ season, so we’d best unpack the large calibre weaponry. And some beers. Especially the beers.
Disclaimer: This is the part of the Church that is the most no holds barred. None of it is intended with malice, and although it can on occasion seem a little bit fraught, it is banter rather than venom.
Werewolves On The Moon 
Uh-I’ll have no snarky comments about Sean penn’s new role. It would be most unprofessional. And No, I have not ever attended a “Cure” concert:
http://blogs.indiewire.com/theplaylist/archives/new_poster_for_this_must_be_the_place_reminds_us_why_we_still_want_to_see/
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that!
And I HAVE attended a Cure concert.
Great interviews with Favreau/Ford: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jon-favreau/if-i-die-you-die_b_885526.html?ref=tw#s299783&title=The_Hat
Oh man, I totally get Transformers now. It’s awesome! The robots! The fighting! And so on! Best films ever!
Nah, just joking. They’re still like if a shitty action film and a shitty comedy hooked up and had two really big ugly babies.
Also, the reverse aversion therapy backfired badly. The plan was to use the pleasant feelings engendered by sandwiches, booze, Rocket To Russia by the Ramones, and a picture of Alison Brie in her underpants to trick me into liking Transformers. Unfortunately, what happened was the unpleasant feelings engendered by Transformers made me hate sandwiches, booze, the Ramones, rockets, and the entire country of Russia. And if I ever meet Alison Brie I’m pretty sure I’ll punch her right in her stupid sexy underpants.
DAMN YOU, TRANSFORMERS!
Moving on to actual aversion therapy frank?
I think Droid’s got a battery (being as he is a faulty robot) you can borrow.
So you no longer like booze and sandwiches? More for me!!!
I’m seeing TF3 tonight.
Fuck my shitty fucking job.
Fuck the “teaching staff”
Fuck that I’m going to miss deadlines because of their laziness and ineptitude.
Fuck this place.
See you tomorrow.
Bored. So very, very bored.
Do you a swap.
I wish I was bored. Instead I’m mightily fucked off.
Too much work, too little time and no fucking support. Deadline 2pm today and I’m going to miss it.
SHIT.
Arseholes.
Best do the new rec room.