Ramble On
Thoughts I had while contemplating the deaths, births, engagements, weddings, and divorces surrounding my world over the last few weeks...
I seriously think I've officially watched too much "I Love the 70s: Volume 2"... and I'm only 15 minutes in to 1970.
"This summer, Pirates may rule the seas, but snakes rule the sky." Nope, doesn't sound any less retarded if I type it out and read it slowly.
On that note, is Samuel L. Jackson that hard up for cash? How does the biggest bad-ass black mo-fo of my generation sink as low as "Snakes on a Plane"?
On that note, what a shitty title. Was "Venom Air" taken?
On that note, was LL Cool J unavailable for the movie? Really, if you need a black action star for a sumb movie, wouldn't you start with LL? Maybe Tyreese Gibson? But they must have thought much more highly of their movie to sign up Sam Jackson.
After Thursday night at the Brooksider in KCMO, I've officially coined the phrase, "This place is a heaven of sevens." You could have fit the ugly girls and the HOTT girls into a small broom closet, but the other 300 young women were in that "Well, I'd sleep with her, but I wouldn't brag about it later" category.
What more retarded? Wearing white pants (with no underwear) out to a bar when it's threatening rain, or complaining when no one from your group will go inside with you to hide from the drizzle?
I've officially decided, the new soap-opera reality shows (mostly on MTV) are much worse than any of VH1's Celebreality stuff. I mean, I can by the C-list celebs just doing whatever they can to get in front of the camera again. These show have the ability to entertain while giving me a feeling of "I'm not so bad, look at these famous people screwing up." But these "reality" shows where they follow around teens trying to make it as models, or whatever the hell they do. I can't feel for them... "oh I'm sooo good-looking and I have everything any young adult could need, but my life is sooo terrible because I don't get my way, and I can't be the person I think I should be"... that's bullshit.
What the hell is the point of a restaurant/bar restroom having two urinals without a divider, they should save the money... no guy is going to stand right next to another guy and provide the opportunity for that guy to look at his junk... it's guy-code.
I realized something the other day about "Chasing Amy." The first 30 minutes are awesome. Jason Lee is high-comedy. Ben Affleck is even manageable and not spineless. Then Affleck sleeps with Joey Lauren Adams... and the movie gets pretty gay after that... get it?? Gay?? (Well except for the whole joke about the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the guy-friendly lesbian, and the man-hating dike... "The other three are figments of your fucking imagination!")
Finally, there's a lazy Friday night, and then there's my Friday night with A-Mac. A-Mac had recently purchased an HD-TV and was still working the kinks out, so there wasn't much Hi-Def stuff to watch... but we stayed in anyway and watched "Bikini Destinations." I have no idea what it was about, but it was HOTT women, scantily clad, in High Definition, on a 70" TV... what a lazy night!
I seriously think I've officially watched too much "I Love the 70s: Volume 2"... and I'm only 15 minutes in to 1970.
"This summer, Pirates may rule the seas, but snakes rule the sky." Nope, doesn't sound any less retarded if I type it out and read it slowly.
On that note, is Samuel L. Jackson that hard up for cash? How does the biggest bad-ass black mo-fo of my generation sink as low as "Snakes on a Plane"?
On that note, what a shitty title. Was "Venom Air" taken?
On that note, was LL Cool J unavailable for the movie? Really, if you need a black action star for a sumb movie, wouldn't you start with LL? Maybe Tyreese Gibson? But they must have thought much more highly of their movie to sign up Sam Jackson.
After Thursday night at the Brooksider in KCMO, I've officially coined the phrase, "This place is a heaven of sevens." You could have fit the ugly girls and the HOTT girls into a small broom closet, but the other 300 young women were in that "Well, I'd sleep with her, but I wouldn't brag about it later" category.
What more retarded? Wearing white pants (with no underwear) out to a bar when it's threatening rain, or complaining when no one from your group will go inside with you to hide from the drizzle?
I've officially decided, the new soap-opera reality shows (mostly on MTV) are much worse than any of VH1's Celebreality stuff. I mean, I can by the C-list celebs just doing whatever they can to get in front of the camera again. These show have the ability to entertain while giving me a feeling of "I'm not so bad, look at these famous people screwing up." But these "reality" shows where they follow around teens trying to make it as models, or whatever the hell they do. I can't feel for them... "oh I'm sooo good-looking and I have everything any young adult could need, but my life is sooo terrible because I don't get my way, and I can't be the person I think I should be"... that's bullshit.
What the hell is the point of a restaurant/bar restroom having two urinals without a divider, they should save the money... no guy is going to stand right next to another guy and provide the opportunity for that guy to look at his junk... it's guy-code.
I realized something the other day about "Chasing Amy." The first 30 minutes are awesome. Jason Lee is high-comedy. Ben Affleck is even manageable and not spineless. Then Affleck sleeps with Joey Lauren Adams... and the movie gets pretty gay after that... get it?? Gay?? (Well except for the whole joke about the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the guy-friendly lesbian, and the man-hating dike... "The other three are figments of your fucking imagination!")
Finally, there's a lazy Friday night, and then there's my Friday night with A-Mac. A-Mac had recently purchased an HD-TV and was still working the kinks out, so there wasn't much Hi-Def stuff to watch... but we stayed in anyway and watched "Bikini Destinations." I have no idea what it was about, but it was HOTT women, scantily clad, in High Definition, on a 70" TV... what a lazy night!