I'm not going to make reviews of movies a regular entry here, but I was captured by one scene near the very end of "Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay". It was an all around bad movie, but this poem, attributed to David Feinberg, that only a geek could love, made it worthwhile: (BTW, the first two words of the original poem were "I'm sure". I changed it to "I fear", as that what was used in the movie and I thought it was much better.)
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
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