Archive for May 2007
I’m still unsure if she was joking around or being very, very serious. Granted, I don’t have a Wii. But if I did, I’d take my Wii out every night and play with it for hours. Play until my palms began to hurt. I’d treat my Wii like a piece of royalty, like a mighty king that rules and could crush mere peasants beneath his feet. Ah, Wii. How I so want you…
For some reason, and really I can’t understand or possibly begin to understand why this is so, people feel compelled to speak with me. Especially strangers. They see me, think something, open their mouth, and say what’s on their mind. Generally, I don’t reply, hoping they’ll get the hint. You know, as in, don’t talk to me or I’ll punch you in the neck hint hint. Alas, the majority of people I come into contact with are morons and continue on saying whatever idiotic shtuff that swirls in that cesspool of a brain.
And yes, maybe some women do like that Grizzly Adams look. Though he left his wife and children behind to go live solo in the mountains, Mr. James Adams did have a wife. See? Someone liked his look. Sheesh.
I’m still undecided on my ending of choice, though given the size of the stain and the brilliant whiteness of my shirt…I’m leaning more towards the “no one noticed” sad face. Oh wells. Maybe next time I’ll spill some magma? No, no, no. Much too hot to drink magma now that summer’s getting here.
Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. If only you watched To Catch a Predator, then you’d care.
I don’t know. Is it weird to wish people a nice Memorial Day?
So, there were three groups in the movie theatre: a mother and daughter combo that sat quietly all the way in the back, my sister and myself, and the hillbilly horde with the trio of terror that decided the best place to sit–out of everywhere available–was directly behind us. I still don’t understand how this happens. Whenever I go to a theatre, I think about these things. I think, “Well, you devilish man you, should you sit directly behind these folks when you could easily move up one row and sit five seats over to the right?” I don’t know. I just don’t get how people can be so…unaware? Clueless? Stoopid stoopid stoopid? Eh, fill in your own adjective for now.
Oh, and Spider-Man 3 was all right. Certainly not the greatest of the trilogy, but it did what it needed to do. Now, can I get a “please re-cast MJ Watson as soon as possible, huzzah!” in the house?
Hope everyone has a nice weekend! And a nice Monday off if you get it at work (I doooo).
Nothing against birds or Petsmart, but I wanted my tall hazelnut frappuccino (with whipped cream!). Some days, that’s all I ever need…
Oh, and I take back what I wrote earlier about some of the new shows coming out next season for the big networks. Pushing Daisies looks fun, probably because it’s coming from the people behind the Men in Black movies. I’m definitely going to try and watch it.
So, playing regular horseshoes involves four, you know, horseshoes and two stakes. As I learned that evening, redneck horseshoes involves throwing washers at a specified target. I have no idea if the scoring system is the same or not. Either way, I wonder if rednecks are offended at this much like the cavemen are bothered by the Geico commercials. I mean, imagine this: a long long long time ago, a caveman grew bored. He picked up a rock and threw it at a hole. It missed, but his buddy tried and got it in. Thus, caveman horseshoes was born. Time to trademark, commercialize, and sell sell sell. But wouldn’t true redneck horseshoes involve throwing cousins out of mobile homes?
I kid, I kid. Please don’t send me hate mail.