Going to the movies is fun

That is if you end up going. So all my so-called "friends" have all watched "Pirates...". Yeah, yeah, Johnny Depp=too cool man and all of that. Hey I was Johnny Depp cool even before you knew he liked France and that he was the guy in that video, OK? (Read on)


Being an astonishingly irritating Saturday afternoon, I sort of convinced my friends -- the remaining few -- to drag themselves to a swashbuckling pirates sequel. And agree they did. It takes a lot to woo my friends away from booze, it does.

So we get on to the net, find out what shows are running.

4.40 PM
Evening show: a few available in the spinal distrophy section of theaters.
Night show: plenty.

Yeah, we're lazy. So we go back to work, which isn't really work on Saturday.

5.15 PM
Evening show: booked, of course.
Night show: Plenty still, but getting close to the first few rows.

7.25 PM
Get the credit cards out, let's book us some tickets, mateys! Arrr! Of course, we didn't have credit cards. We know the net booking service doesn't accept debit cards, nor does the ticket counter. But boredom makes you do weird things. So I fish out my card, type in the fancy numbers and voila! Page freezes!
Amidst unstable software, hope arises. Maybe Mozilla knows that we somehow scammed the net into booking tickets through a credit card! Aha.

Prepare to board!

For luck, my friend fishes out his card. More numbers. Clicky clicky. Error messages, a headache, pounding veins and a friend fresh out of an epiphany meant that it was all too late. The plank for ye, matey. Depp's gonna have to just wait.