A few months ago I was in Chicago staying at this ratty hostel, and a big old horse fly got caught in the room (which had no fan, no a/c or anything). The sound of the fly whapping the window over and over again was like NAILS ON THE FRIGGIN CHALKBOARD, and now spurs the perfect time to bring up the nightmares the movie THE FLY used to give me. When Jeff Goldblum vomits on that guys hand? Jesus.
May 11, 2008 at 12:46 am
Dude I just can’t understand how Brundle Fly’s DNA fused with that of a metal pod chamber…do metal pod chambers have DNA? I’m confused.