Hi Pandagon readers. Hope you enjoy your visit.

Okay, in response to the last post, I don’t think I live in an ideal world. The theater is not going to be filled with true 24-hour maniacs. We understand that. Just the way the world is. We’ll cope.

So there are going to be open seats in the theater unless we open this event to the regular, ticket-purchasing public, and  we don’t want empty seats. We’ll be selling tickets to each screening as per usual, only the number of tickets sold will be limited by the number of diehards already occupying the space.

So you won’t be like the priests in training standing beside me atop the temple in Tenochtitlan, watching as I remove the heart of the sacrificial victim that is each screening of Snakes on a Plane. Instead, you will be the masses of Aztecs down below. And there’s nothing wrong with being part of throng of Aztecs. Those dudes were damn tough.

In other words, you will be spectators. And for the price of a regular ticket, purchased for any of the 11 screenings in the 24 hour period, you’ll get to watch both the most anticipated movie of 2006, as well as the human spectacle of those of us who are in it for the long haul. That, my friends, is what I call a bargain.

All right, this is the option for the hardcore, the $1000 dollar option. But wait I hear you saying, how does this work again. I don’t have to pay 1000 clams to do this, do I?

No, you don’t, at least if you follow the rules. And the rules are simple. If you declare publicly, to the world, by signing up on the Alamo site, that you are in for the full 24 hours, then we have some incentives, or disincentives rather, in place to make sure that you’re not just talking smack when you say you’re hardcore. Let’s take, for example, Bob LaBruce, who says he’s a “S.O.A.P maniac, sure, what the hell, I can watch this movie for 24 hours straight. Bring it on, strong fighters. Ladies, c’mon and get to know me!” And then he watches one lone screening and decides he wants to go home and sleep under the nice duvet his mommy got him at Linen ‘N Things. That’s the guy we don’t want. That’s the guy we have no time for. So if that guy shows up, he’s going to have to give 1000 bucks to the folks over at venemousreptiles.org when he bails after one screening.

We don’t anticipate too many Bob LaBruces at this show. Okay, then, after each screening we cut the disincentive level in half. Make it through two screenings? Okay, so you’re Bob’s mom, only $500 for you. Three screenings? Maybe you were that kid who got stuffed in trash dumpsters by only slightly less nerdy marching band kids in high school and you still live with a burning need to prove something to yourself. But deep down, you’re still weak. For you, $250. Etc.

In an ideal world, we’d have a theater full of hardcore folks who don’t have to fork over a dime. It’ll be like Lord of the Flies. C’mon, you know you want to do it.

I know I don’t live in an ideal world, though. Or do I?

For all of the folks who have been inconvenienced by travel issues today, my deepest sympathies. And God forbid something terrible actually occur on a flight anywhere, to anybody.

But this was just too good to pass up:

Okay folks, after talking about it with Tim League at the Alamo, we decided that the $100 slide down per screening was a little steep, considering that that might leave someone who saw all but one screening still having to pony up $100. Seems like a lot.

So we’ve decided to cut the amount in half per screening. So say if you say 10 out of the 11 anticipated screenings, you’d have to pay $1.95. That’s a savings of $98.05.

Pretty tasty, no?

And don’t forget, you can sign up here:

http://www.originalalamo.com/online_tix/show_details.asp?show_id=3991

[shameless ploy]Hey folks, I thought‘d let you know that the official release day of Snakes on a Plane is officially one day before I officially turn 35. I know, this is a ridiculous endeavor for a man my age.

I’m not saying you need to get me anything, but if you went here and made a purchase, it could make for some interesting footage in the documentary:

My amazon dot com wishlist[/shameless ploy]

Hey, you’ve made it here to the Snakes on a Day website, which shows you’re probably pretty Internet-savvy. And like most Internet-savvy folks these days, you probably have a MySpace account.
Well, I’m not wise enough in the ways of the Internet to have figured out how to add our MySpace profile as a widget in the sidebar without jacking up Dan’s custom-made CSS.

In the meantime, wouldn’t you think about adding us as your MySpace buddy?

You can add us here:

www.myspace.com/snakesonadaydoc

Hey, big thanks to the guy over at Snakes on a Blog for the link this week.

And courtesy of him, here’s a fun little game, you horn dogs. It’s called Snakes on a Babe. You’ll see.

People come up to me on the street and wonder what kind of training regimen I’m on. They say, “Dang yo, how are you possibly going to watch Snakes on a Plane for 24 hours straight? You aren’t injecting steroids or pig testosterone like those Tour de France hombres, are you?”

Rest assured dear reader, I am not. How does one train an for endurance event like the one I’m about to subject myself to? Simple. Diet. Yes, diet is the key. Every day I eat one Mrs. Freshley’s Cherry Pie and a drink several large cups of vending machine Maxwell House coffee (strong setting). And that, my friends, is how you get ready for the greatest 24 hours of your life, drug free. The American way.