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I am not a nerd or Please don't ever make me watch John Dies at the End EVER again

Like many of my friends, I tend to think of myself as, "an outsider." My circle of friends is always relatively small and shifts a bit over time but is always composed of rogues, misfits, and otherwise "strange" individuals.

The commonality of individuals that I like spending time with is intelligence. This means I have generally found myself amongst the nerdy kids; the geeks who read and draw and game. And I admit, I'm a bit of a nerd myself. But when faced with the truly, deeply, excessively nerdy, I realize just how far from it I really am.

Some undefined amount of time ago, I started reading about John Dies At The End and I was entertained. I like a movie that isn't every other movie. I like a movie that offers me something new. I appreciate absurdity.

But I can tell you that the amount of ranting provoked by finally watching this movie is enough to make my roommates wish they'd never put it on in the first place.

I knew, without a doubt, within the first 60 seconds of the movie, that I hated it. By the half-way point, I was asking, "how long is this movie?" And about 15 minutes from the end, I had pretty much (mentally) checked out because steam was shooting out my ears.

..yes, internet, I do understand hyperbole.
And I'm not even a basement dwelling mouth breather like ones who get into the type of socially inept nerdiness that produces things like John Dies at the End.

You can watch the trailer for John Dies at the End here:


And you can buy yourself a copy of John Dies at the End - to watch alone in your cave - right here:

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