Currently Listening To: Things Are What You Make Of Them by Bishop Allen
I concur.
Happy Blernsday to Q and Nathan Fillion! Speaking of that second guy, the movie SLITHER looks disgusting! I can't wait. I just have to convince someone to drag me to go see it. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
The Devil is A Fat Redhead
the devil is a fat redhead
Originally uploaded by CliveDangerously.
The taker of this photo entitled it "The Devil Wears Aeropastale", but that is inaccurate. I only bought the jacket because it was 8 dollars. And all deez peeps be askin' me, "18 in what sport?" and I be all, "Don't be like dat, bitch. I ain't no sports folk. Bitch."
Friday, March 24, 2006
Oh My Zeus!
Currently Listening To: Fit But You Know It by the Streets
Snakes on a Plane had some scenes re-shot last month. Why? They wanted and R rating, following the huge buzz created by fatass nerds, such as myself. Here's what they added
Snakes on a Plane had some scenes re-shot last month. Why? They wanted and R rating, following the huge buzz created by fatass nerds, such as myself. Here's what they added
- More gore
- More boobs
- More deaths
- More snakes
- "I want these motherfuckin' snakes of this motherfuckin' plane!"
This brings me to my next point. Ages upon eons ago, I posted a list of movies sure to suck for 2006. Now how about a list of movies that I'd actually like to see, not including any that I already have:
- V for Vendetta
- Ultraviolet
- Scurrrry Movie 4
- The Wild(Hey, it promises to be a half-decent version of Madagascar, and has likeable voices, so I'm in)
- Mission Impossible 3, with that crazy scientologist asshole guy
- Hoot(Eh, maybe not. But I'll keep it here for balance's sake.)
- Poseidon
- X-MEN TRES. OhmyJebus, I think I may line up now.
- Supaman Returns
- Strangers with Candy
- That Pirate movie. I must admit, in real life, I suck at spelling, so the name of that sea with all those topical islands strikes fear into my heart when it comes to spelling it, even though it's right in front of me.
- I don't feel the need to name this next one. I'll just say, come August 18th, I will be watching my hero battle reptiles on some sort of airborne vehicle. That's all I'll say
- That same day, Clerks II, Die Hard in a Fast Food Restaurant
- Crank. But only because my other hero is in it.
- Sunshine
- Stranger than Fiction
- Casino Royale, of course
- SKINWALKERS. Me gustan mucho los werewolves
- Van Wilder 2, Rise of the Taj
Monday, March 13, 2006
Teens Gamble with Food Allergies
Currently Watching: Big Love
I see your peanut allergy, and raise you a lactose intolerance.
Yaaaaaay, poligamy! Booo Isaac Hayes. If I had ever ripped Shaft from that CD to my computer, I would be deleting it right now.
I see your peanut allergy, and raise you a lactose intolerance.
Yaaaaaay, poligamy! Booo Isaac Hayes. If I had ever ripped Shaft from that CD to my computer, I would be deleting it right now.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Slobadan Milosivec is DEAD?!?!?!
Wait.
Who?
Two words. Burning bus. Check the xanga.
Vacation. Yay! No sunburn, + a million freckles. Yay! Lots and lots of time with my sisters. Surely you know me weel enough to know that that was the low point of pretty much the whole year. Maybe if I weren't so irritable, and they weren't so annoying, I wouldn't detest time with them so much. It's as if whenever they enter a room, someone poured a can of WAAAAAAAAAH on the floor. I watched the Oscars. I felt so bad for Jon Stewart. This year's Oscars proved that Hollywood is so full of itself, with it's head so far up its ass, that at least half of the audience probably feels too good for the air us 'normies' breathe each day. I'm not talking outside a paper mill, walking behind a fat guy eating a hoagie air. We're talking walking behind one o' thems fancy hybrid cars air. NICE air. Liberal air. I watched Crash, as well. It deserved best picture. Most of the time, 'best picture' means long, and boring, and for old people. Not this time. And despite not really liking rap, I loved the performance of "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp". But that was a week ago. Fast forward to a little later, and we did some other stuff. I found some cool things. I'ma go find the digicam and take pictures of my cool finds. I was in Barnes and Noble the other day (I 'bought' the novelization of UltraViolet. It's really good. It reads like a Crichton, at least in my mind. Still haven't seen the movie, and probably won't until video, but that's okay. I've realized how overbearing and obnoxious I am about movies, so I'll try and back off a bit in that respect.) and I realized that I kind of fade in and out of existance sometimes. Like, I lose time. I'm sitting there, and all of a sudden it's a lot later. That sounds really weird, but it happens sometimes. And it isn't sleep. I know that because I always sleep with my mouth open so there's dried saliva around my mouth and I've got that nasty breath you get when you sleep. When I lose time, neither of those things happen. I'll just be sitting somewhere, when it's quiet and I'm alone, and I look up at the clock and BAM, it's later. It's weird. I don't know why I thought of that at that point in time. Don't know why I thought of it now either. I don't even know what I'm thinking now. Sometimes that happens too. I'll be thinking of something, and then all of a sudden I forget it. Then I try and remember what I was thinking, and I get really distracted and I can't think of anything else, except for "WHAT THE HELL WAS I JUST THINKING?" and unless someone comes and starts talking to me, I'll think that for a really long time. Blahblahblahneenoneenoneenolalalalalalalalalalalaokthnxgbye.
Oh yeah. I finally saw Final Destination 3. Personally, I would have gone further with the homicidal goth kid and axed the lame epilogue.
Who?
Two words. Burning bus. Check the xanga.
Vacation. Yay! No sunburn, + a million freckles. Yay! Lots and lots of time with my sisters. Surely you know me weel enough to know that that was the low point of pretty much the whole year. Maybe if I weren't so irritable, and they weren't so annoying, I wouldn't detest time with them so much. It's as if whenever they enter a room, someone poured a can of WAAAAAAAAAH on the floor. I watched the Oscars. I felt so bad for Jon Stewart. This year's Oscars proved that Hollywood is so full of itself, with it's head so far up its ass, that at least half of the audience probably feels too good for the air us 'normies' breathe each day. I'm not talking outside a paper mill, walking behind a fat guy eating a hoagie air. We're talking walking behind one o' thems fancy hybrid cars air. NICE air. Liberal air. I watched Crash, as well. It deserved best picture. Most of the time, 'best picture' means long, and boring, and for old people. Not this time. And despite not really liking rap, I loved the performance of "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp". But that was a week ago. Fast forward to a little later, and we did some other stuff. I found some cool things. I'ma go find the digicam and take pictures of my cool finds. I was in Barnes and Noble the other day (I 'bought' the novelization of UltraViolet. It's really good. It reads like a Crichton, at least in my mind. Still haven't seen the movie, and probably won't until video, but that's okay. I've realized how overbearing and obnoxious I am about movies, so I'll try and back off a bit in that respect.) and I realized that I kind of fade in and out of existance sometimes. Like, I lose time. I'm sitting there, and all of a sudden it's a lot later. That sounds really weird, but it happens sometimes. And it isn't sleep. I know that because I always sleep with my mouth open so there's dried saliva around my mouth and I've got that nasty breath you get when you sleep. When I lose time, neither of those things happen. I'll just be sitting somewhere, when it's quiet and I'm alone, and I look up at the clock and BAM, it's later. It's weird. I don't know why I thought of that at that point in time. Don't know why I thought of it now either. I don't even know what I'm thinking now. Sometimes that happens too. I'll be thinking of something, and then all of a sudden I forget it. Then I try and remember what I was thinking, and I get really distracted and I can't think of anything else, except for "WHAT THE HELL WAS I JUST THINKING?" and unless someone comes and starts talking to me, I'll think that for a really long time. Blahblahblahneenoneenoneenolalalalalalalalalalalaokthnxgbye.
Oh yeah. I finally saw Final Destination 3. Personally, I would have gone further with the homicidal goth kid and axed the lame epilogue.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Brokeback Mountain... In 30 Seconds... With Bunnies
I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!
Currently Listening To: Pleasantville, staring a slightly less annoying Toby Maguire
So, exams are done, and I think I did fairly well. Better than last winter, I guess. Next week, we're ACTUALLY going somewhere for Spring Break. More like, late-winter, post-exam break. But it'll be warm and stuff. We're going to Florida. Palm Beach! followed by the Keys, which I am less enthusiastic about because it sounds like it'll just be pretty people getting tans on the beach, which is boring. There's stuff to do in West Palm. It's almost like a real city. Well, I suppose it is 100% a real city, becuae people live and work there and stuff. Whatever. AH, PAUL WALKER'S IN THIS MOVIE? Jumpin' Jimminy Cricket, is there movie he ISN'T in? I mean DAMN. ANYWAYS, back to business. I'm going to bring a bunch of movies on the car trip, which is probably 10 hours to West Palm, and 2 or so more to the Keys. I'm thinking Serenity, Mallrats, the Day After Tomorrow, Dawn of the Dead, X-Men 1 or 2, Shaun of the Dead, Saved!, Revenge of the Sith... And maybe Batman Beings. Ten sounds good. Maybe I'll throw in Land of the Dead. Haven't watched that in a while.
In conclusion, I'd live in Pleasantville.
EDIT: Nevermind. Pleasantville would be awful to live in.
Currently Listening To: Pleasantville, staring a slightly less annoying Toby Maguire
So, exams are done, and I think I did fairly well. Better than last winter, I guess. Next week, we're ACTUALLY going somewhere for Spring Break. More like, late-winter, post-exam break. But it'll be warm and stuff. We're going to Florida. Palm Beach! followed by the Keys, which I am less enthusiastic about because it sounds like it'll just be pretty people getting tans on the beach, which is boring. There's stuff to do in West Palm. It's almost like a real city. Well, I suppose it is 100% a real city, becuae people live and work there and stuff. Whatever. AH, PAUL WALKER'S IN THIS MOVIE? Jumpin' Jimminy Cricket, is there movie he ISN'T in? I mean DAMN. ANYWAYS, back to business. I'm going to bring a bunch of movies on the car trip, which is probably 10 hours to West Palm, and 2 or so more to the Keys. I'm thinking Serenity, Mallrats, the Day After Tomorrow, Dawn of the Dead, X-Men 1 or 2, Shaun of the Dead, Saved!, Revenge of the Sith... And maybe Batman Beings. Ten sounds good. Maybe I'll throw in Land of the Dead. Haven't watched that in a while.
In conclusion, I'd live in Pleasantville.
EDIT: Nevermind. Pleasantville would be awful to live in.
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