Playing my part in the consumer economy

I'm kind of in the mood to buy something, but I'm not sure what. I guess I still have some Amazon gift certificates, but since they don't expire until next year, I sort of want to save them until there's something I really want. With some upcoming stuff, I have to wonder whether I'll be better off ordering or just using the archaic method of shopping at a store. I know the new They Might Be Giants album is going to have a bonus disc, but does anyone know if the store copies will have this disc, or it will only be for people who order it from the band's website or something? And I still haven't decided whether or not to pre-order the last Harry Potter book.

bethje and I watched a few movies this past weekend. One was Jason X, the final film in the Friday the 13th series (well, at least for now). The beginning wasn't very consistent with the end of Jason Goes to Hell, but I liked it better, so I guess it doesn't really matter. The vision of the future wasn't very carefully mapped out (Beth pointed out that, if they'd been unfreezing people from cryogenic storage for years, they'd probably have ways to cure people from Jason-related near-deaths), but hey, what do you expect from a Jason movie? And it's nice to know that, even in the far future, horror movie academics are still short-sighted, self-centered bastards. (I guess the Halloween series is an exception to this rule, since Dr. Loomis is always right.)

The other movie was Guinea Pig: Devil Doctor Woman. We'd actually watched two other Guinea Pig films before, but I hadn't really had anything to say about them. They're basically ultra-violent Japanese movies, each one dealing with a sadistic experiment of some kind. One interesting and ridiculous bit of trivia concerning them is that Charlie Sheen thought Flower of Flesh and Blood was a real snuff film, and sent it in to the FBI (probably accompanied by a few pictures of his penis) for investigation. Anyway, Devil Doctor Woman was the comedic movie of the bunch, and basically played out like grotesque sketch comedy. A few sequences kind of seemed like something Monty Python might have done.