Woe is me....
It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that I announce my finishing an overall 3rd of 6th in the Mario Kart clash of the titans. I was hoping fortune would shine on me and I would be able to overcome at least one of the invincible Weideman siblings, but alas, it was not to be. Still though, it was fucking fun as all hell and I'm happy with where I ended up.
It is with even GREATER sadness that I announce my girlfriend and her best friend dragged me to see "Mean Girls" this evening.....and I thought it kicked ass. Man, I wish I could have as low of expectations for every movie I see, and afterwards be able to bask in the joy that is pleasant surprise. The ending was terrible, and it was mighty preachy in parts, but it was of an unexpected moderate intelligence, avoided a lot of teen movie cliches, and often genuinely funny. Tim Meadows is redeemed in my eyes as I found him to be hysterical in his subtlety. Definitely one of the best Saturday Night Live movies in awhile (yes, even though it stars an "it girl" teen actress, it was produced by Lorne Michaels and co-stars several SNL cast members). Oh, and if one more person says to me "You know, it was written by Tina Fey" like that's some kind of insider secret or she's a female Shakespeare I'm going to claw their fucking trachea out.
I've started my final art project, the dreaded "life size nude self-portrait." I've got it pinned to my wall as it's the only area big enough to accomodate it. By "it" I of course mean my muscles and manhood. I have to admit I'm kind of disappointed I couldn't find a cowboy hat and holster to optimally arrange the composition. On the plus side, the way I have it hung in my room it would be all too easy to throw open my big bay window and virtual-flash all of the rush hour traffic on Route 123. If you happen to see a huge, fiery, multi-car pile-up right around the intersection with Pope's Head Road, take solace in the fact that these departed souls got to see a large glimpse of heaven seconds before they actually ended up there. I think when it's graded and returned to me, I'm going to sneak into one of my housemates rooms at
night and hang it on the wall, so that when they wake up in the morning they defecate themselves in their disoriented horror.
RYAN-
I don't think I have your current e-mail address, so I'm posting this here in the hopes you'll see it. I always screen calls from numbers I don't recognize, which is why I didn't answer the first few times you called me. After you finally left a message, I added your number to my phone, but each time you've subsequently called, I was somehow engaged. This afternoon, for example, I was conducting a staff meeting at work. I'm sorry, and I'm not trying to be a dick by never answering the phone.
It is with even GREATER sadness that I announce my girlfriend and her best friend dragged me to see "Mean Girls" this evening.....and I thought it kicked ass. Man, I wish I could have as low of expectations for every movie I see, and afterwards be able to bask in the joy that is pleasant surprise. The ending was terrible, and it was mighty preachy in parts, but it was of an unexpected moderate intelligence, avoided a lot of teen movie cliches, and often genuinely funny. Tim Meadows is redeemed in my eyes as I found him to be hysterical in his subtlety. Definitely one of the best Saturday Night Live movies in awhile (yes, even though it stars an "it girl" teen actress, it was produced by Lorne Michaels and co-stars several SNL cast members). Oh, and if one more person says to me "You know, it was written by Tina Fey" like that's some kind of insider secret or she's a female Shakespeare I'm going to claw their fucking trachea out.
I've started my final art project, the dreaded "life size nude self-portrait." I've got it pinned to my wall as it's the only area big enough to accomodate it. By "it" I of course mean my muscles and manhood. I have to admit I'm kind of disappointed I couldn't find a cowboy hat and holster to optimally arrange the composition. On the plus side, the way I have it hung in my room it would be all too easy to throw open my big bay window and virtual-flash all of the rush hour traffic on Route 123. If you happen to see a huge, fiery, multi-car pile-up right around the intersection with Pope's Head Road, take solace in the fact that these departed souls got to see a large glimpse of heaven seconds before they actually ended up there. I think when it's graded and returned to me, I'm going to sneak into one of my housemates rooms at
night and hang it on the wall, so that when they wake up in the morning they defecate themselves in their disoriented horror.
RYAN-
I don't think I have your current e-mail address, so I'm posting this here in the hopes you'll see it. I always screen calls from numbers I don't recognize, which is why I didn't answer the first few times you called me. After you finally left a message, I added your number to my phone, but each time you've subsequently called, I was somehow engaged. This afternoon, for example, I was conducting a staff meeting at work. I'm sorry, and I'm not trying to be a dick by never answering the phone.