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When we both lived in Seattle, my friend Jeff and I would get together on a regular basis, usually at his apartment, for TV watching and Cheetoh eating. Because he had a huge, high-def TV, anything we watched was entertaining. Shit, the news was even good, because in high-def, Dan Lewis’ <\/a>hair is hilarious. <\/p>\n Usually though, we’d end up watching a movie. I can’t even tell you how many times I’d get to his place, we’d eat so much Chinese food we wanted to die, and I’d beg him to watch Finding Nemo<\/a>. Together, we’ve probably seen that movie 15 times. (I won’t even tell you how many times I’ve seen it with other people or alone. What can I say? I love Dori.)<\/p>\n If it wasn’t Nemo though, because even sweet little Jeff got sick of that movie, we’d watch some other beautiful disaster, like Excaliber<\/a> or Highlander<\/a>.<\/p>\n