In most things, I have a pretty strong opinion, and those opinions are often only slightly more flexible than the rock face of Half Dome. And if we talk long enough, at some point, you’re likely to experience a stream of consciousness so honest (OK, so brutally honest) that it might feel refreshing – like a backhanded pimp slap. This is probably why I have a small – but fairly loyal – band of friends, and that my dropout rate of making new friends would likely shame the SEAL teams.
I’ve already mentioned that I’m kind of weird about where I eat. Well, I’m even weirder about where I watch movies.
You see, I love watching movies. I waited and saved and plotted and finally got a home theater of my own that is so awesome, I still can’t believe it’s mine. When I’m not watching my 60-inch Plasma, it’s because I’m watching my 115-inch widescreen! My SuperCube Trinity subwoofer plays so low and so loud, that I’m secretly hoping that one day I’ll stumble across the Brown note. So, when it comes to watching a new movie, I don’t want to sully the experience by viewing it in a crappy environment. This unequivocally makes me a theater snob, and it’s a title I wear with no shame whatsoever.
You are a home theater snob if: You worry about the shape of your host’s TV.
If their TV is square, then I don’t care. Doesn’t really matter what else you think you have going on with your system; if your TV isn’t even widescreen, then you’ve already lost me. Also, if you don’t know whether your set is or isn’t HD, I’m gonna error on the side of caution and just let it be.