Posts Tagged ‘popcorn’
It’s my birthday! (streamers, confetti, balloons)
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I remember being horrified when I realized it wasn’t actually butter that was being squirted onto my popcorn at the movie theater. It suddenly made sense how when I made popcorn at home it would shrivel up from the real butter. The movie popcorn would be soaked in “butter” but remained fluffy and crunchy.
Did you have anything that you thought your parents invented until one awkward day when you were much older?
Biff and Maximumble had a baby and a 3rd comic strip was born! Check out my new comic at minimumble.com
Personal robots really ruined the movie experience for me. All the gear grinding and servo motors whirring. I wish people would leave them switched off during the movie so everyone could enjoy it. At least make them pay full price for a ticket! They take up a full seat!
There was something magical about the popcorn at my childhood movie theater. I watched them scoop it out of the big popping machine moments after it was popped. Did they use real butter? It sure seemed that way. I remember there was no better popcorn than what was served there. Now it’s so much easier to make better popcorn at home than what I get at my local megaplex. I wonder if I could time travel back there if the popcorn would live up to my memories.
Today’s Biff is missing something.
When I was a kid the seats in movie theaters around here were still the old style of just a gradual incline from the front to the back. Now they have the much nicer “stadium seating”. The combination of the seat heights being close together and being a kid made many movies feature the silhouette of the giant head of the person sitting in front of me. My friends and I would frequently sit in the front row to prevent that. This was back when there was the front row, then 10 feet of floor, then the orchestra pit, then the stage, and then the screen. It was still an enjoyable location that didn’t involve neck strain.
Today’s Biff is good at multitasking.
Our dog goes nuts for carrots. She knows the word, she knows them by sight, she knows the sound of the little plastic bag they are stored in the refrigerator. But unlike most everything else she is allowed to eat, we eat them as well. This confuses the heck out of her. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now… what do you have there? Carrots? I didn’t realize it was snack time already! What a wonderful surprise! Hey wait what are you doing with tha… WHY ARE YOU EATING MY CARROTS! WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE!! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS TORTURE!!!”