the international language of screaming
Two corrections on last night's post, and one new thing before I toddle off to school:
1) When I said I was looking for jobs in suburban L.A., that's not entirely true. What I really meant was that I'm looking for jobs in areas that aren't Compton.
2) Courtney Love's new album does, in fact, rock. Except for track 9, which sounds like she got drunk and locked herself in a room with a microphone while someone else held a gun to the head of the recording engineer and made him record.
3) I find it pretty funny when Adelphia's program guide describes a movie as being "a dreary comedy." How much dreariness does a movie have to possess before it's not a comedy any more? After all, you never hear a film described as a "light-hearted tragedy." Come on, Adelphia: Lower my rates, and I'll write you all the movie summaries you want. Only mine will be accurate.
And one more thing about last night's post (which you should still read anyway, True Believers, if you haven't already): I was right about the sleep thing. It's morning, and once again I'm running on empty. Wee-ha.
1) When I said I was looking for jobs in suburban L.A., that's not entirely true. What I really meant was that I'm looking for jobs in areas that aren't Compton.
2) Courtney Love's new album does, in fact, rock. Except for track 9, which sounds like she got drunk and locked herself in a room with a microphone while someone else held a gun to the head of the recording engineer and made him record.
3) I find it pretty funny when Adelphia's program guide describes a movie as being "a dreary comedy." How much dreariness does a movie have to possess before it's not a comedy any more? After all, you never hear a film described as a "light-hearted tragedy." Come on, Adelphia: Lower my rates, and I'll write you all the movie summaries you want. Only mine will be accurate.
And one more thing about last night's post (which you should still read anyway, True Believers, if you haven't already): I was right about the sleep thing. It's morning, and once again I'm running on empty. Wee-ha.