Nice but dim
I worked at a company that made computer-related publications. One fine day, the glamour fairy visited our building and invited several of us to the premiere matinee of hot Hollywood movie... 'The Lawnmower Man'.
Yeah, it was shit. Anyway. A freshly-underwhelmed group of us are in a cab on the way back to the office, debating more productive uses of two hours and ten million dollars when the (very posh, very attractive) girl from marketing spoke up in its defence: 'But didn't you think it was scary?' We had to admit the possibility of Jeff Fahey winning an Oscar for playing a monger was a little unsettling.
'No!' she continued, with a saucer-eyed tremble, 'I mean, it really could happen, couldn't it?'.
Bear in mind, this was 1992/3 - Mosaic didn't even exist then, let alone fucking magic internet brain download global fucking digital control juice (which I believe is still two to three years off). Thereafter she was referred to as 'the Lawnmower Maid', and to be fair if anyone ever wants to test a poorly-CGI'ed cure for shit-thickness, she would be an excellent candidate, so she may well get the last laugh.
(electricteeth, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 19:27, Reply)