good grief...
So yeah, I'm awake, it's 8:30. No, I didn't have a problem sleeping. And no, I don't have to work. I got up because I wanted to actually do something with my day, and so far, I'm seeing precisely why I usually sleep in on days I don't work. The only thing I can do right now to keep me awake and hold my attention until all my synapses are firing is watch TV (that I and I have to wait until 9 to go get my paycheck and then go to the bank- THE WORLD IS DEAD PRIOR TO 9 AM!!!!) So I'm flipping through channels and I quickly come to a realization....not only th is the world dead prior to 9 am, as is the majority of DECENT television programming. I was flipping, and hoping maybe there would be some decent videos on VH1, MTV2 or something...something left over from the usual goodness that is the 5am video onslaught. (seriously, it's the only time you can actually watch videos for bands that aren't pure craptastic nonsense) Well, I got shot down there...All that was on was Fergie's video (which makes me want to A)slap fergie and B)slap London for letting her film a video in their city and ruining the reputation of greatness they have. Oh and C)slap a lot of record executives who greenlight this kind of shit. And on the C)note (get it? C-note! damn i'm goofy in the morning)...anyway, puns aside-the Brooke Hogan video also came on....and well notes A),B), and C) all still apply in regards to that video...with a few changes A)Fergie=Brooke B)the city of London=Hulk Hogan, filming in their city=having a child so fucking talentless C)well...everything there still applies. Continue flipping and going through infomercials, traffic reports, old bowling competitions on ESPN2, and what I thought would be an otherwise dead end of programming horror. But alas, there are networks out ther that care- networks like FX that show old Spin City reruns and let me laugh at the antics of Barry Bostworth as mayor of New York, and watch Charlie Sheen have coke and hooker fueled banter with Heather Locklear (in lieu of Michael J. Fox in his little guy hilarity). And then there was Spike TV that basically let me know that everything was going to be alright and gave me A-Team reruns and let me live a glorious and fulfilled life. God bless you Spike Tv, bless you...Ah well, it's almost 9 and A-team is over, time to make this day worthwhile...ADIEU!
Oh yeah, and today is the day we shoot the movie. :)
"He's on the jazz, man. He's on the jazz." B.A. Baracus referring to a crook who's about to have some hot sex with his aerobicising, headband wearing girlfriend.
"He's on the jazz. He's on the jazz." B.A. Baracus referring to Hannibal going out to meet a crook with a shotgun.
on a lighter note - WHAT THE HELL IS THE JAZZ, MR. T?!?!??
Oh yeah, and today is the day we shoot the movie. :)
"He's on the jazz, man. He's on the jazz." B.A. Baracus referring to a crook who's about to have some hot sex with his aerobicising, headband wearing girlfriend.
"He's on the jazz. He's on the jazz." B.A. Baracus referring to Hannibal going out to meet a crook with a shotgun.
on a lighter note - WHAT THE HELL IS THE JAZZ, MR. T?!?!??