[make her know how it feels to miss you]
when the maternal unit was here, she bought me obscenely expensive seville orange coffee, and this morning instead of putting milk and sugar in it like i usually do, i filled the bottom of my travel mug with chocolate chips and poured the coffee over them and i have to say, okay, ray kowalski might totally be on to something with the m&ms.
have i mentioned that i broke up with the cubs? i did. they traded greg maddux for another frakking shortstop this week, and traded boomboom walker to the padres for a pitching prospect - not even a pitcher, a pitching prospect - and cash, and i was just finished. i mean, i know the cubs are bad - B-A-D BAD - and bad means unloading talent before the trade deadline, but , really, i just don't know about them anymore. and i'm still in last place in my fantasy league but at least fantasy ball means that i can keep track of my favorite players, even when they're not on the cubs anymore. but even so: jim hendry, i don't care what george steinbrenner told you, shortstops and right-handed starting pitchers do not a baseball team make. it is occasionally necessary to possess a player who is actually a second baseman. *grump*
i watch some tv because there are pretty people showcased, because the story's good and it takes me out of my life for an hour; i watch some tv because the writing is so heart-stoppingly, heart-breakingly beautiful. i watched the west wing two-parter "20 hours in america" over the last two days, and it stopped my breath in some places, the writing was so breathtaking, and the shot at the end of the second part, with josh and toby and donna walking toward the lit up downtown dc, oh. aaron sorkin is a cocaine-addled, hooker-hiring shit-for-brains sometimes, but oh, oh, the man can write. he can write, and i envy that immensely.
thursday! i totally flaked on the top five last week, because thursday came at the end of a truly wretched work week, but not this week. this week, can we hate, please? i need to hate, because otherwise i'm going to have to cut a bitch with my hair knives, and i won't be picky about which bitch i cut. top five worst movie sequels ever made. bonus points for anything that actually has "electric boogaloo" after the number.
my list:1. grease 2. i don't care what asb says about maxwell caulfield being hot, this movie is b-a-d BAD.
2. the godfather parts 2 and 3. okay, you know what? i know that godfather part 2 is considered the greatest of the three; i know that, i respect that, i fucking hate these movies, all frakking three of them, and the fact that 2 and 3 exist means that i have to watch them with the boy, and i resent the fuck out of that fact. HATE. BAD. worst movie sequels made because i hate them. *rage*
3. anything after the first jaws. the first one's a classic, but even that one's not that good a movie.
4. back to the future 2. the first one was good. (oh, john sheppard, i loved this movie before i loved you.) the second one was not.
5. the sequel to snakes on a plane. because there will be one, and it will be BAD, and not in the glorious brilliant way that the first snakes on a plane will be bad.
OKAY, NOW YOU GO. i'm bored, i don't wanna be at work, i wanna be in chicago, distract meeeeeee.
have i mentioned that i broke up with the cubs? i did. they traded greg maddux for another frakking shortstop this week, and traded boomboom walker to the padres for a pitching prospect - not even a pitcher, a pitching prospect - and cash, and i was just finished. i mean, i know the cubs are bad - B-A-D BAD - and bad means unloading talent before the trade deadline, but , really, i just don't know about them anymore. and i'm still in last place in my fantasy league but at least fantasy ball means that i can keep track of my favorite players, even when they're not on the cubs anymore. but even so: jim hendry, i don't care what george steinbrenner told you, shortstops and right-handed starting pitchers do not a baseball team make. it is occasionally necessary to possess a player who is actually a second baseman. *grump*
i watch some tv because there are pretty people showcased, because the story's good and it takes me out of my life for an hour; i watch some tv because the writing is so heart-stoppingly, heart-breakingly beautiful. i watched the west wing two-parter "20 hours in america" over the last two days, and it stopped my breath in some places, the writing was so breathtaking, and the shot at the end of the second part, with josh and toby and donna walking toward the lit up downtown dc, oh. aaron sorkin is a cocaine-addled, hooker-hiring shit-for-brains sometimes, but oh, oh, the man can write. he can write, and i envy that immensely.
thursday! i totally flaked on the top five last week, because thursday came at the end of a truly wretched work week, but not this week. this week, can we hate, please? i need to hate, because otherwise i'm going to have to cut a bitch with my hair knives, and i won't be picky about which bitch i cut. top five worst movie sequels ever made. bonus points for anything that actually has "electric boogaloo" after the number.
my list:1. grease 2. i don't care what asb says about maxwell caulfield being hot, this movie is b-a-d BAD.
2. the godfather parts 2 and 3. okay, you know what? i know that godfather part 2 is considered the greatest of the three; i know that, i respect that, i fucking hate these movies, all frakking three of them, and the fact that 2 and 3 exist means that i have to watch them with the boy, and i resent the fuck out of that fact. HATE. BAD. worst movie sequels made because i hate them. *rage*
3. anything after the first jaws. the first one's a classic, but even that one's not that good a movie.
4. back to the future 2. the first one was good. (oh, john sheppard, i loved this movie before i loved you.) the second one was not.
5. the sequel to snakes on a plane. because there will be one, and it will be BAD, and not in the glorious brilliant way that the first snakes on a plane will be bad.
OKAY, NOW YOU GO. i'm bored, i don't wanna be at work, i wanna be in chicago, distract meeeeeee.