The Condemned, 300, and a woozy pup

Took vernal_vices to see the new WWE flick "The Condemned" this evening.  I had passes I'd gotten at the comic shop and we both agreed that for for free, it was better than having our eyes gouged out with rusty spoons.  Steve Austin is lookin mighty fine though, and seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt is a big improvement over this standard dorkwear that wrestlers usually sport.  He was all hot and butch and gruff and stuff but it's hard to take him seriously when he's whomping on people after seeing how sweet and gentle he is (I was on a cruise once that some of the WWF guys were on - and stalk- I mean happened to observe him around the pool with his little girl).  Awwwwwww. Horf.

Which is what poor Mark nearly did.  We had to sit way up close to the front and there was so much camera motion than the poor bairn got a wee bit motion sick.  He was so rattled that when on the way home when we were discussing how this movie compared to "300" I was able to pull the following over on him:

Me: "I heard they were making a sequel [to 300] next year."

He: "Really? What's it gonna be called?"

*pause while I try to keep from laughing*

Me:"301."

He: "Really?"

Me: "No, I'm kidding."

He: "Oh."

Me: (deadpan) "Actually it's gonna be called 301 Dalmatians."

He: "Really?"

Me: (starting to lose it) "Yeah cause they're from Dalmatia."

He: "Are you...?"

Me:  "Yeah I'm kidding again."

Lulz!  Love ya, pup!