The library is a place of many strange and awesome things. It is a place where I can go and check out fifteen seasons of cop shows and watch them without a commercial break. It is also a place where you can meet your doom. In the caverns and long halls of the library, there are frequent book slides and magazine avalanches. One might not even be heard under the ruble of the books.
Cons of the library are the sound rules.
The library has many pros and many cons, but by far the worst would be, the “jelly hand kid”. The entire mission of the “jelly hand kid” is to seek out the movie I most want to see. He then takes the movies I have been waiting my entire life to see and watches them. But he waits the full two weeks before returning them. In fact some of them are overdue. Right before he returns the DVD he does this.
So by the time the movie I have been waiting to see my entire life arrives it’s all covered in jelly.
I clean off the movie and put it in. I am lucky enough to scrape off the crusted on jelly with a hammer and a crowbar with minimal damage. Once in the movie plays great. Or that is, it plays great until the climax. See the “jelly hand kid” is good at the art of making a scratch right at the climax of the movie.
“Here is what I did at the battle that changed me”; it says.
Then the movie gives me just a hint of what happened, just enough so I can mourn not seeing the climax.
This is generally what happens every movie I have waited my entire life to see (the movie this time was The Patriot). Despite missing the climax I look like this after the movie.