After much prodding and cajoling from someone, I have finally posted the pictures from the cross country move a couple months ago. They’re in the usual place. Go, and enjoy a little slice of America. The part we bothered to photograph, anyway.
As promised, poetic review bliss can now be yours. First: Scary Movie 3.
That Charlie Sheen is
a comic genius. I hope
you’ve seen “The Ring”, pal.
And, let’s not forget…Kill Bill.
A hyperviolent
roller coaster. 2 for 1
special on blood pumps!
Thank you…and good night now!
Went to see Kill Bill last night. During the screening, wherein Uma Thurman proceeds to de-limb dozens of opponents in a one-woman slaughter, I manage to hear a member of the audience say the following: “Daddy, who is that person?”
Some mental genius thought it was a good idea to bring their young (and by young, I mean young in the single digit age bracket) child to see this movie. Now, I’m not about to say that you should not bring a child to see a movie if you think they can handle it - but what 7 or 8 year old is going to be able to understand exactly what is going on in this movie and not be affected by it? Are you a moron? Was the urge to go see this movie so bad that you couldn’t waste the time to find a babysitter? Are you so parentally challenged that you don’t see the issues that bringing a child to such a movie can create?
I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t judge. I’m not a parent, and I don’t know the child, and I don’t know the situation. But people wonder why our society seems to be more violent these days, and they point to all the violence on TV, movies, and video games as the cause. And maybe they are, to a certain extent. But if you parents out there would, just maybe, take a hand in what your child is doing in the first place, or better yet, not promote watching this sort of thing by taking your kid to see it in the first place, maybe this wouldn’t be as bad of an issue. You can’t take away the public’s right to view this stuff - hell, I was very entertained by the movie. But I just don’t understand the judgement of some parents.
Whew. Review of aforementioned movie when I’m not all PO’d, sometime later today.
Must get this out of the way: Congratulations to you and your man (who’s name I can never, ever remember, I suck like that) on your brand new baby girl, Heather. Trinity will be out of there and home in no time, m’dear.
About two months ago, my body finally figured out how to take a nap properly. Yeah, I know it sounds strange to say, but for years I could never, ever take a nap unless I was deathly ill, and sleep was all that stood between me and death by ruptured sinus. In the past, I would lie down, close my eyes, and proceed to roll around a lot in a futile effort to get comfortable. If it was warm, I’d probably start sweating. If it was cold, I’d gather enough sheets, blankets, comforters, bedspreads, quilts, afgans, bear pelts, bantha, space heaters, kindling, and whatever else that could produce temperatures warmer than the current ambient temperature in an effort to bring things up a few degrees - and occasionally futile effort, considering that the heat came on in the house for a total of 15-20 minutes a day, due to a parental decree having something to do with me not paying the electric bill - and hopefully making things warm enough so that I could start sweating. Eventually, I would fall asleep, only to awake a couple hours later confused and disoriented, unable to either form or understand complete sentences, and eventually I would grow frustrated and just lie back down, writing off the rest of the day as a loss, and sleep until the next morning. This basically eliminated any benefits of napping for me, so I tended to avoid taking them.
Things changed recently. I’m not quite sure what - maybe it’s age overcoming things, maybe it’s the ability to relax enough during the day to take advantage of what a nap is supposed to do for you, or something. At any rate, naps are now officially worthwhile. I wanna take one right now, as a matter of fact, but that may have more to do with waking up at 6 am every morning than actually enjoying naps.
I only point this out as it seems to be yet another sign of aging. I didn’t think that becoming 30 would sit so prominently in my mind as it has been, but there it is - like a big ol’ pimple on the forehead of my mortality. Perhaps it has more to do with my current dissatisfaction with my job - not that I don’t like the people here, or thankful for the opportunity…I just feel like I should be doing…well…more than what I’m doing now. After all, I only have 35 more years in the workforce before I’m forced into retirement. Assuming I get to that point, mind you. Damn, this must be bothering me.
On to better things. The woman and I (I really need to work on her new nickname) have been thinking about taking a trip. We haven’t decided on the destination yet, but we’ve already decided on our airline. Catching the flight out of Rattlesnake, FL sounds like fun to me.
And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention yet another American tragedy. It breaks my heart to inform you, but Rerun is dead. I suppose I should be saddened by this - after all, I was supposed to get a celebrity phone call from him for my birthday, but now I have to settle for either Lorenzo Lamas or Greg Evigan. Life is so harsh.
So, I took the lady to Hops for lunch over the weekend. I’ve always liked them, great fries, kickass burgers (Backyard), MCG swore by the chicken tenders, and the Chicken Chili Cheese Burrito was to die for.
Note the usage of the word “was” in the last sentence - that is because Hops has, inexplicably, decided to change their menu, in some retarded effort to upscale. Backyard Burger - gone. CCCB - gone. Chicken tenders - not gone, but sadly, changed to a more herb based breading that destroys all that was good about it. I was, to put it mildly, disappointed. Yeah, they brew some good beer, but since I don’t drink that much these days, I don’t think I’ll be going back to Hops again if it’s my choice.
It occurred to me the other day that I am turning the corner right towards my third decade of existence. Some people might feel frightened at the loss of their twenties, that their best years are behind them, wah wah wah wah. But I’m not among them. Age is subjective, honestly, and as long as I approach life with a young, positive outlook, I’ll never be old. Besides, if I’m lucky, I’ll get me a trunk monkey for my birthday. By the way, gifts of any denomination will be graciously accepted - so what if you’ve never given me a birthday gift before? Now’s a great time to start!
And since I haven’t mentioned them recently, what is up with our beloved Bucs these days? I’m used to holding my breath during the fourth quarter with them holding close leads back in the Dungy days and all, but I never, ever thought I would have to worry about maintaining a freaking 21 point lead late in the 4th quarter. I thought it was our offense we had issues with - apparently, not anymore, seeing as how they’re now one of the most productive in the league. But with our defense as dinged up as it is (get well soon, Brian Kelly!), I’m not taking any games for granted from here on out. Thankfully, I don’t think the Bucs are, either.
Review haiku for you? Woo-woo! Lost in Translation
What? “Bill Murray” and
“poignant” in the same sentence?
Thank you, Domo Kun!
News of earth-shattering importance: on the heels of Jack Black’s blockbuster movie and appearance on an otherwise lackluster SNL (who proved that, once again, nothing is quite as funny as physical comedy), comes word from the man himself that, not only is there a Tenacious D DVD coming, but also a freaking movie. It may not be hitting the lottery, but it’s coming pretty damn close, honestly.
Speaking of the School of Rock…
This movie will touch
your children. And maybe even
you. Stevie Nicks Rules!
I am not not repeating myself.
I was digging up some change for the vending machines here at the this place I loiter at during the day for a beverage. It’s nice here, they have 16,000 square feet of space, which is plenty big enough for me to find somewhere to hide during the day, as shirking responsibility is job number one in my book. Acutally, it’s not, I find myself going crazy if there’s nothing to do and I don’t have Internet access - the phrase “idle hands are the devil’s workshop” ring rather true in my case. It’s just that, in my case, the devil’s workshop is made up of lots of cable parts. It can be fun trying to hook up 10 cable devices all together just to see if you can get them all to work on the same television.
But I digress. This is about change. While fishing out my required 60 cents for a Barq’s root beer (it bites!), I found myself looking at the new Alabama state quarter. Now, I know these things are all the rage with the kids these days, trading with their friends, trying to “catch ‘em all” - but the ‘Bama quarter struck me as funny. It’s a picture of a woman sitting in a chair, the words “Helen Keller” next to her, so that those of us who didn’t recognise her from her many recent television appearances knew who she was, and a slogan at the bottom, “Spirit of Courage”.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I think there are a lot more important things that happened in Alabama than Helen Keller, that are MUCH more representative of the state. Honestly, I think the image should be George Wallace standing at the entrance to the University of Alabama, with the slogan “Spirit of Backwardness”. Maybe add in a redneck in overalls and no shoes in one corner just for effect. Maybe that’s just me, though.
In related news, Wisconsin just chose their new quarter. In keeping with my long standing opinion that people from Wisconsin are freaks, they chose a design (first one) featuring a cow and a wheel of cheese, and the phrase “Forward”. Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t really associate dairy and the word “forward”. Unless by forward, you mean the direction that’s upwind from the cows.
So, in my apartment complex’s current drive to “upgrade” (i.e. charge more money for) my standard of living, they are currently ripping out my old linoleum flooring and replacing it with *gasp* tile. I am overjoyed at this concept. Imagine, real, live tile in my apartment, just like the rich and famous! The lease is due up in three months - and I am chomping at the bit to move into larger digs. Especially if those digs are actually worth the price I’m paying.
And no, she’s not terribly happy with her current work situation either, so I have a feeling she’s gonna keep looking. That’s ok, I love her anyway. Especially since she has a good name that shouldn’t cause her hiring problems.