New low!

This is Casey, I have a secret blog under the name of Sobe Koala that I haven't unleashed upon the world yet. I wanted to make sure I would keep up with it; so far, I haven't kept up with it. Here's one of those posts where people have to read it!
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Tonight, I got bored enough to go to the movies by myself. The perfect movie for the occasion: Step Brothers, starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. Reasons to go to a movie by yourself? You are introspective and like to spend time with the movie, noting its artistic choices and cinematic devices. It's a chance to escape into a new place, or one so familiar it feels like home. Step Brothers sucked hard.

I recently began to wear glasses to watch movies. In a movie with Adrian Brody or Jennifer Garner, you may look like a cool town-goer in your glasses alone at the theater. Who knows? There could be a lonely Ellen Paige-style character waiting to do some sarcastic flirting with another loner. At a Will Ferrell movie, the alone guy with glasses sucks. I did my best to act composed in a movie critic style. Step Brothers was released on July 25th, and without a notebook, there was no way I could pull off being a movie critic who went to see an obviously idiotic movie three weeks after it was released. Just in case, I sat through most of the credits, paying close attention to the names of each of the key grips and lighting assistants and the like.

I care about Will Ferrell, but the similes have to stop. If someone made a YouTube clip of all the run-on similes of Will Ferrell from his past three movies, it'd be funny for 7 seconds. Then it'd be those 7 seconds more and more like a lighting bolt touched the underhairs of a unicorn and Thor's crow hammer falling from the sky on the ships of the great Gregorian bla bla bla bla. Step Brothers proved that apprently, when you run out of funny things to say, you take out your nutsack.

Alas, my critique can not be deemed legitimate though I did go to the theater alone tonight in a critic-fashion. I paid the 10.50 to get in, thus Will and the ol' fratty pack pack did exactly what they were hoping to do. While they have $83,944,269 plus that 11 bucks from tonight, I've got a bad excuse for an evening.