SteelBooks or I don’t know what to do about freakin’ SteelBooks

I was perusing the DVD sale at Borders on Ponce de Leon Avenue on Tuesday. It’s usually somewhat sacriligeous and pretty much downright idiotic to buy movies at Borders and Barnes & Noble, which specialize in buying DVDs and then marking them up about $10 because retarded white people and coffee drinkers are willing to spend $25 on a copy of “Oldboy” simply because it’s “a cool Korean movie… very, like, Kafkaesque.”