...and sometimes, the fan falls over.
I, Robot is about as bad as I've heard. Though it's still Oscar-worthy when compared to garbage like Van Helsing and Garfield.
I'm watching it now, as I do laundry. That most foul and wretched of beasts. I'm also waiting until 3:00 rolls around, when I'm giving Krystal an excuse to slack off for a little while.
So, let's see...got my citizenship mostly finally done with yesterday. Now I just have to wait for the passport to be mailed. Joy of joys. Had lunch at Red Lobster, where I told the waitress that it was my brother Alex's birthday. Just to be a dick, and not because he was so ecstatic I wanted to give him something to celebrate with. I was being a complete bastard. Honest.
Didnt' do much of anything else after that.
Today was a day spent...well, daying. Went to an IMAX movie about Vikings with my Mom, had dinner, then met up with my friend Ellie (Ellie the Linda, not Ellie the professional cum-catcher) at Barnes & Noble. I bought the copmlete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. Little Sister would be good and proud. We then went to Best Buy to look at freezers because, as near as I can tell, Linda wants to chop up teenagers with a chainsaw and store their remains in luxury. That or open an ice-cream shop. I'm not sure which. While there, we met up with Obelix, Mike, Rob, and Tommy-not-V. Then we went back to her place to hang out, mostly because we couldnt' think of ankything else to do as the planless wonders' big plan was to go stare at the carpet. I shit you not. Got back around 12:30, started laundry, and now we're all caught up.
Ghost Ship just came on. The opening sequence is awesome, but it suffers the fault of far too many glorified slasher B-Movies...the most intense death-scene (let's face it...the only reason to watch these movies) is the first. After that, it's a fairly shitty film, but one that manages to entertain throughout. Speaking of shitty slasher films...do you know why slasher movie protagonists are completely one-dimensional? It's so you won't feel bad when they die. Seriously, would you have given half a shit if Jamie Lee Curtis got Michael-ed at the end of Halloween? Shit, I would've been thrilled.
Well, look at me go. Rattling off when I should be packing for tomorrow. Long train ride ahead. I don't mind, though. Beats flying U.S.Airways ever again. Anyway, that's it for me. Don't expect to see me update again anytime soon, as I'll be back in Lynchburg tomorrow night, once more bereft of internet access. I'll remedy that eventually, but not just yet. I don't want to add another bill to the list just yet, at least not until I finish paying off the electric deposit. But hey, I just might surprise you boys and girls sometime. So until next time...
And with a wink and a smile, the fool was gone.
Addendum: The Management would like to apologize for our negligence in having referred to both Van Helsing and Garfield as garbage. It was never our intent to offend garbage.
I'm watching it now, as I do laundry. That most foul and wretched of beasts. I'm also waiting until 3:00 rolls around, when I'm giving Krystal an excuse to slack off for a little while.
So, let's see...got my citizenship mostly finally done with yesterday. Now I just have to wait for the passport to be mailed. Joy of joys. Had lunch at Red Lobster, where I told the waitress that it was my brother Alex's birthday. Just to be a dick, and not because he was so ecstatic I wanted to give him something to celebrate with. I was being a complete bastard. Honest.
Didnt' do much of anything else after that.
Today was a day spent...well, daying. Went to an IMAX movie about Vikings with my Mom, had dinner, then met up with my friend Ellie (Ellie the Linda, not Ellie the professional cum-catcher) at Barnes & Noble. I bought the copmlete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. Little Sister would be good and proud. We then went to Best Buy to look at freezers because, as near as I can tell, Linda wants to chop up teenagers with a chainsaw and store their remains in luxury. That or open an ice-cream shop. I'm not sure which. While there, we met up with Obelix, Mike, Rob, and Tommy-not-V. Then we went back to her place to hang out, mostly because we couldnt' think of ankything else to do as the planless wonders' big plan was to go stare at the carpet. I shit you not. Got back around 12:30, started laundry, and now we're all caught up.
Ghost Ship just came on. The opening sequence is awesome, but it suffers the fault of far too many glorified slasher B-Movies...the most intense death-scene (let's face it...the only reason to watch these movies) is the first. After that, it's a fairly shitty film, but one that manages to entertain throughout. Speaking of shitty slasher films...do you know why slasher movie protagonists are completely one-dimensional? It's so you won't feel bad when they die. Seriously, would you have given half a shit if Jamie Lee Curtis got Michael-ed at the end of Halloween? Shit, I would've been thrilled.
Well, look at me go. Rattling off when I should be packing for tomorrow. Long train ride ahead. I don't mind, though. Beats flying U.S.Airways ever again. Anyway, that's it for me. Don't expect to see me update again anytime soon, as I'll be back in Lynchburg tomorrow night, once more bereft of internet access. I'll remedy that eventually, but not just yet. I don't want to add another bill to the list just yet, at least not until I finish paying off the electric deposit. But hey, I just might surprise you boys and girls sometime. So until next time...
And with a wink and a smile, the fool was gone.
Addendum: The Management would like to apologize for our negligence in having referred to both Van Helsing and Garfield as garbage. It was never our intent to offend garbage.