Friday, January 27, 2006

Chapter Three In The Cingular Chronicles, In Which The Author Discovers That A Precise Mix of Politeness And Aggression Will Get You A Free Flip Phone

Me, in response to the Cingular customer service operator's claim that I must send my broken phone back to them and receive a refurbished, replacement phone FOR THE SECOND TIME instead of just receiving a new, different phone of comparable value for free:

"I mean...I just think...that's unreasonable."

[BAM]*Knowledge Drop*[BAM]

ENTER SAMSUNG.

To the 2 busted Nokia phones I've met in my lifetime: Adieu.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

I'll OC Your Mischa Barton and Raise You a Willa Holland

Alright, I write A LOT of posts about television (there's no excuse for it), but I have to say something about...The OC. Many people have provided much better coverage of this topic, but I still must comment.

A) I didn't think there was anyone else more half fake-british, half slow-talker, and all mushmouth than Mischa Barton, but apparently, there is: Willa Holland, or Marissa Cooper's "new" "sister." Seriously, she talks like she's got half a Sugar Daddy marinating in the back of her mouth. I forgive her for it because her "something to prove, standing in the shadow of my big sister" storyline is so cliched that it's a fun game to anticipate all the dialogue/plot twists by screaming them at top volume at the television, an act that still only returns Mischa's vacant, always satisfying stare.


Willa: Little. Tan. Different.


"And the Emmy goes to...Willa Holland, for Best Portrayal of Ashlee Simpson on a Television Show or MacDonald's Security Camera."

This "full body shot" reveals the striking resemblance between Willa and Mischa that causes me to utter "They really do look like sisters!" everytime either one is on screen (I think it's the legs, flats). Also, the show makes a big deal about the age difference between Willa and that psycho obsessed broken-leg surfer dude since he's 17 and she's only 15. News flash, OC: when I was in high school, seniors regularly dated freshmen and that was YEARS ago. Nowadays, kids have myspace profiles IN UTERO and lose their virginity at 11 years old in the bathroom of your local mall's Cinnabon. In summation: a 2 year age difference is hardly Marquis de Sade territory.


"Saw you in the caf with Summer. Mmmmm...you smell like In-N-Out Burger."

B) I don't watch this show regularly so I'll probably miss out on the best this storyline has to offer, but how about the INTENSITY with which the show is dealing with Seth Cohen smoking a doobie? I guess it is the gateway drug...TO TERROR. Seth, take a page out of this guy's book and just skip right to making up your recovery story. Just remember, if you wake up on a plane to Providence with a Brown University schedule in one hand, an iPod in the other, your teeth bashed in, nose broken, and Death Cab blasting in your ear, relax. It's just part of orientation.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

OMG LOL ROTFL

"I thought the first song was annoying."

-Simon Cowell, American Idol

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(You know that the extra F is for)





(Fudge!)

You Ask "Has Jamie Foxx Jumped the Shark?"

And I answer:

"He IS the shark."

I mean, is there anything he can't do?

Excuse me while I watch his concert with STEVIE WONDER.

He should wear a mic on his clothes and then use his Oscar as a prop mic anyway, JUST TO KEEP IT REALLY REAL.

That's what I would do, anyway.

Why Don't I Elaborate on Why Moving Was So Miserable?

Yesterday I moved half my stuff from my apartment in Brooklyn (BELIEVE THE HYPE!) to my new dorm room in manhattan (more on the dorm later). It was miserable for numerous reasons, one of which I gave in a previous post (that I had to basically carry all of my stuff myself, boo hoo and whatnot, I'm a baby, etc). But there were many other reasons! I'll enumerate them now!

a) Being that my father, the only sucker I could commission to help me in my quest to relocate my life 3.62 miles, is approx. 72 years old and only stopped working 16-hour days at our endlessly punishing family business LESS THAN A YEAR AGO (How's that for a retirement age, TWU?), we got kind of a late start (he wanted to "sleep in"). Hence, arriving at my apartment with his van at...3 pm. Not exactly ideal, but I can forgive (he's my dad, I love him, etc).

b) My dad and I, in a shocking display of wanton stupidity, did not remove the seats from his minivan, which would have quadrupled our space and therefore probably enabled us to get all of my stuff in one trip. In a word: D'oh. Ultimately, this worked out because I was too exhausted to do any more than I did anyway.

c) When I'd loaded all that would fit into the minivan, my dad turned the key to start the car on our journey to manhattan, only to discover that the battery was dead. Despite a wild-eyed trek to a gas station and AN AUTO MECHANIC/BATTERY STORE two blocks away, we were unable to find help (imagine distant, faint tones, beginning to rise and ending in a crescendo of "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII love New Yooooooooooooooooooooork...."), so we called Ford roadside assistance, which charged us $70 for a jump, basically. We waited an hour for them to show up, which is to be expected, but was still the sinfully ANNOYING icing on what was quickly becoming the bitter, bitter cake of moving day. But, I mean, what do you do with cake? In the end, you just gotta eat it.

d) 72-year old man + the defiance and sense of entitlement on the road that such an age typically comes with + bad eyesight + darkness + manhattan drivers = me almost being divided by a car going 40 mph (driven by a complete and utter deludinoid) in "The Passenger-Side Collision That Almost Was."

e) Because the entire unloading area near my new dorm is basically an illegal parking zone, my dad had to stay in the car so he could stand in the illegal zone while I unpacked everything. This sucked, but the trauma was reduced when I was able to procure a flatbed trolley for the task at hand halfway through my unloading. Awesome, right? SORT OF! Understand this: my new dorm is accessible via numerous stairways in addition to a long ramp for handicap access. This ramp is also the only way to get said flatbed trolley to the actual building. It's a pretty long ramp, too, and you can see the entire thing; i.e., there are no blind corners or turns or anything. So, ONE WOULD THINK THAT PEOPLE DESIRING TO LEAVE OR ENTER THE PREMISES WOULD SEE A GIRL PULLING A LARGE, HEAVY, DIFFICULT TO CONTROL FLATBED TROLLEY SLOWLY UP THE HANDICAPPED RAMP AND CHOOSE A DIFFERENT ROUTE, PERHAPS ONE OF THE MANY STAIRCASES NEARBY, TO USE RATHER THAN TRY TO SLINK BY THE CLEARLY STRUGGLING GIRL, WHICH WOULD MAKE HER TASK MORE DIFFICULT. I guess everyone entering and exiting that building yesterday had both hemispheres on cruise control or something, because I was getting no love on that point. So if I could just shout out a big thanks to all those people who ignored common sense on that ramp yesterday: seriously, you guys, awesome job.

And that was that. I would imagine that listening to complaining is just as exhilarating as actually complaining. I guess I deserve all this for being a twenny-5 year-old and moving into a dormitory, but I LIKE living in a dorm. There's no expectation of friendliness, no communal cleaning responsibility other than cleaning up after yourself, and in a Darwinian sense, I'm not equipped for basic living, so it all works out. Now all I have to do is pick up a bongo drum and a Bob Marley tapestry and I'll fit right in! See, I know what you college kids are into these days! Who am I kidding? I'm going to be the weird girl that walks around in a head-to-toe caftan and showercap complaining about all the noise. I can't wait!

I Think I'm Going to Be a Little Busy for a While

In my junkmail:

eBay Secrets You have heard the stories, get the premiere eBay selling kit Wed Jan 25, 2006 2k


Holy shit, those stories ARE TRUE?!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

I Suggest the Following New Slogans For Cingular Wireless, My Cell Phone Provider and Number One Migraine Inducer:

Cingular Wireless. We hate fairness.

Cingular Wireless. We were lying about all those bars.

Cingular Wireless. When you need us most...we'll be maddeningly unavailable.

Cingular Wireless. If you did have service, he still wouldn't be calling you.

Cingular Wireless. Long live Saddam.

The Best Way to Find Out Someone's Sex (or Gender, Depending On Your Interest Level) Via Mail or Email:

Dear Sir or Madam,



Which is it?






Sincerely Yours,
(Your name here)


Feel free to use this as a template!*



*Any elaboration is discouraged.

Well, THAT Was NIGHTMARISH

What, you ask?

Moving when you have no one to help you carry stuff.

It's totally Le Mizzz(erable).

I don't wanna die cold and alone.

Ahem.

(Ba-dum bum)

Seriously, though.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Check Out This Awesome Lady Getting Crucial on Wife Swap

Teaching white upstate New Yorkers about the underground railroad! That's like flinging stuff willy-nilly at a wall and seeing what sticks. Or, more accurately, it's like flinging knowledge at a ignorant, racist wall and seeing what sticks.

FYI: The family wrote in their bio that they use "The 'n' word."

Kudos, producers, for purposely pairing them with a black family for maximum "entertainment value."

This show is the apocalypse.

Please Do This

Even if you don't have a clue about the whole thing, trust me, Michelle Collins' blog should win this award (a "Bloggie") because it's seriously the funniest blog in the "BLOGOSPHERE." Check it out in my links section and....

Vote for her here.

Seriously, do it.

I did it already; it took less than a min!!!!!!

Super-exclamation points!!!!!!!

Really, the others aren't as funny even though they're more popular!!!!!!!!!!

EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!!

The Best Quote So Far on Wife Swap

Spoken by a white woman who has swapped places with a black housewife:

"They're a black family, but the house seems really clean, so..."

Um...


WHAT???


















WHAT????????

AND THE SICK-BED LIVE BLOGGING CONTINUES

So far today I've gotten up exactly 3 times:

1) Went to bathroom.

2) Went to bathroom.

3) Went to kitchen for a tall glass of soy milk (who does that?) in effort to increase fluid intake. Confirmed that unsweetened soy milk minus sweetened cereal equals disgusting.

I JUST BLEW MY NOSE AGAIN!

Being sick is weird.

Beards Are Really Starting to Grow On Me

Seriously, make them stop growing on me.

Ha.

But for real, though, I've done a complete turnaround* re: beards. I don't know why or how; it just happened.

Weird.

*Not scraggly beards.

Being Sick, I Will Now Begin The Pathetic Dance of Constant Blogging and Inbox-Refreshing from My Bed

Btw, "refreshing my inbox" is a euphemism for something.

I. Was. Just. Sick. What. The. Hell.

If I die of this weird upper-respiratory "joint," I bequeath this blog to roving internet pirates. Pillage as ye will, bandits.

And now I drift off into the netherworld with Gwen Stefani's "Cool" playing on repeat on my iTunes because I think it's actually a really good song (why else would I have listened to it 13 times already just today, except maybe due to feverish delirium).

My Favorite Thing That Randy Jackson Says on American Idol When The Singer is Terrible

"Dude...................Naaah."

Friday, January 20, 2006

What is Oprah Doing?

She just had the most terrifying collection of teasers I've ever seen. One was about Bird Flu and the other was about an impending terrorist attack. Then I'm supposed to be like "Ooh, Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath ledger! They made out in that movie! Can't miss that show!"

Also, does TrimSpa work? Does anyone know? Is it dangerous?

What?

I'm just curious.

Forget it.

Can't even ask a question without people like being all weird or whatever.

OMG, Oprah just said "Then she took off all her clothes and put her pootie in their faces."

WHAT??

Whatever You Want, Staples-Lady Baby

I just picked up the boxes I was jabbering on about in a previous post, and I asked the cashier, "Do you have bags for these?" Why did I even ask that question? Of course they do, they're Stapeles and they can handle my every nee-

"No, but she'll tie it for you buy the door," the cashier said, motioning vaguely to front of the store. There stood a little old woman in a Staples uniform, apparently ready to hogtie my two six-packs (ha) of flattened file boxes for my journey home. So I walked over and she said, "Here's your handle," and tied a small handle onto the boxes.

"You want me to tie 'em together, too? Doesn't need it, really," she said. I picked up the two awkwardly connected boxes, testing out the entire apparatus. They swayed in a manner I didn't appreciate.

"Yeah, if you could. I think that would be better." At this point, the lady seemed to suddenly suffer from amnesia, because her reaction was that of someone who had suddenly forgotten that it was her job to package things together for Staples customers. She replied simply,"I'm going to be nice today."

Wha?

Then as she was wrapping the flat boxes with cellophane to tie them together, she said, "A million dollars."

In situations like this, when I have no idea what someone is trying to communicate to me, if anything, I gave her my standard chuckle. She then followed up with, "What would you do if you had a million dollars?"

Um, okay.

"Uh...go on a vacation?" I replied lamely, not understanding this "game." Her face became flustered and she said, "No, if you had a million dollars today, like right now." Oh, right, sorry lady, whatever my heart desires this very minute. She's right; a vacation takes planning. My Maniacal-Million-Dollar-Money-Wasting-Time shouldn't be spent on Expedia.com. So I guess I'm supposed to say...give it to the weird Staples lady?

"Um...give it to my family?" I said instead.

She smiled broadly, then added, "The one's that deserve it."

I think I found my own private Mr. Miyagi, everybody.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

This Television Show Will Change My Life

Maybe this Four Kings show will tell me all the secrets I need to know to understand guys. Insider tips and whatnot. It'll showcase their hijinx in a way that will make them more accessible to me. Just look at the way they joke around with each other. Telling. I'll really "get inside their heads." Then maybe I'll finally understand that elusive animal that is...man.

Accept That I Have A Different Values System or Die

I was all set to post my ass-boring to-do list for tomorrow, which included buying moving boxes, when I realized that the idea of purchasing boxes for moving is probably insane to everyone else in the world (including my own family; my mother: "Find some boxes at a liquor store or something." Silly mom. Those are people's homes).

I find that I have variations of this argument quite often. Sometimes the subject is apartment broker's fees, sometimes it's ATM charges, sometimes it's paying a ransom. Look, not everyone's idea of ultimate bliss is saving money. Sometimes, shit is just easier to do when you pay a little bit more for it.

Things that when said to me in the past, have made my blood boil:

"Anyone who rents an apartment in New York and goes through a broker is an idiot."

"Why don't you just hand me $2 everytime you wanna take money out of the ATM instead of giving it to those stupid companies that aren't your bank?"

"I have your baby and only $1,000,000 will get her back, so you better not even think about not paying for your own baby."

Now, as for the first statement, it would be great if we could all find apartments without going through brokers. To be fair, I've lived here without doing so, but I really don't like it when smug nasties riding an above-it-all cloud, high on the heady rush of being frugal, sneer out statements like the first one. I'm not a trust fund baby, but I also don't cruise the bruised fruit bin at Stop 'n Shop for bargains, so get off my hump about it.

A friend of mine actually said the second statement to me after she noticed my penchant for often using whatever ATM was convenient and incurring charges accordingly instead of seeking out my own bank's ATMs and/or taking out money once a week to control my spending (admittedly, these are separate issues). Hey, I'm a child of the 21st century, okay? Sometimes I need money when I need it, not when I can get it from a Chase bank (don't steal my identity), no matter how many Duane Reades there are in the tri-state area. Also, if I take out a large sum of money once a week, I will spend it, as Allah is my witness, people. It will happen. On stupid shit, too, like platinum Slurpees and thoroughbred puppies. So excuse me if I like to frequent the MacDonald's ATM (only 99 cents!) or my neighborhood deli's $2.00 money machine. Gimme a break, as they say.

As for the third one, the baby was an accident anyway. Happy coincidences I DEFINITELY never pay for.

So please, allow me to illustrate via written dramatic scenarios (or "scenes") why buying boxes is easier:

Buying Boxes

Scene: Nighborhood Staples.

Me: "Hello, Sir. I'd like to purchase these boxes, which are conveniently flattened so that I may easily take them home and assemble them later before use."

Staples Sales Associate: "Sure, no problem! That'll be $10, please."

Me: "That's quite reasonable for this many boxes! Good day, Sir!

Now, consider the alternative:

Foraging Boxes

Scene: Gross liquor store

Me: "Excuse me, Sir? Sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if you could give me any empty boxes you might have."

Liquor Store Man: "Uh, I guess. Here are some sticky boxes for you to awkwardly carry home. You'll probably have to come back for more since you can't carry more than 2 at once when they're, you know, huge empty boxes like that. On second though, why don't you kick some down the street?"

Me: "Uh, thanks."

UM, THE FIRST OPTION IS CLEARLY PREFERABLE!

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go light some 50 dollar bills on fire...just because.

Fin.

Who's Excited for Must-See Thursday?????

Is this really my life?

What I Really Should Be Doing is Packing

What I really am doing is listening to podcasts and loitering on myspace. I'm a really cool person.

And Hilarity Ensues, As It Is Wont to Do

Elephant Larry and Olde English have some shows coming up at the PIT in the near future. They will most definitely be good. I mean, I'm going.

I'd Like to Apologize for the Previous Posts

Sorry.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Way to Get Crucial, Lost

I like it. I like it.

And that's it tonight for the most boring blog ever to concern itself almost exclusively with the Golden Globe-winning television show Lost.

Joke's On You, Zeke

Okay, so, that mysterious Zeke guy on Lost is all menacing and kidnapping everyone and such....

BUT MUTHAFUGGIN JOKE'S ON HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S GOT THE BEGINNINGS OF A MELANOMA ON HIS NOSE, PROLLY FROM ALL THAT DESERT ISLAND SUN EXPOSURE AND NO SUNSCREEN!!!!!!!!!!

Ahhh...Cancer jokes are the best jokes! By "best," I mean "worst."

GRAB BAG!!!

The title of this post refers to the miscellaneous nature of said post. I don't think that was correct english.

Has anyone else noticed the variation in Sawyer's hair color on Lost? This is totally *nerd alert* but he definitely had like 4-inch dark brown roots lat "ep." Also, a friend pointed out to me that Daniel Dae Kim is kinda hot. I concur with this. Also, that figure skating show on ABC looked alright (because like a true nerd, I find figure skating somewhat fun/interesting to watch, but not as a sport, because I don't think it is a sport. Thanks in advance for the hater-mail on that one), but there's no chance I, or many others for that matter, will be watching it since the entire world watches Lost anyway. Another thing: what's with switching Jack's wife with that actress from Ed who's on Boston Legal now? Can't someone circulate a memo about how her appearance on a show is the visual quivalent of nails on a chalkboard to me? Someone get on her removal from television because I , an extremely mean person, demand it. Once I was watching the USA network and this weird movie came on that she was in that was basically some vision of the future on a planet (or maybe it was actually earth) where there were no men and all women were lesbians. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? No, I didn't just make that up, and I resent the implication.

Five minutes ago I almost ate a fly for the second time in my life. This time was much less gross than the first time, when the fly was a frozen corpse embedded in an ice cream cone that I was slowly licking. I can only thank God that a)It was chocolate ice cream and not, say, cookies and cream, and b) for the first time in my life I actually licked the ice cream cone instead of just straight-up eating it, and I credit that technique with revealing the fly, which I could have just gobbled down and thought was a chocolate chip or something (which reminds me of all the other times in my life I've been eating something that "wasn't supposed to be crunchy" and then I bit down on something crunchy and rationalized it away; those were all probably frozen solid flies, too, most likely). This time it was just kind of close to something else I was going to eat, but not actually touching it. The first time, I can definitely say that though I avoided eating the fly itself, I definitely ate some quality insect-infused ice cream, so you know, I've got that going for me.

I sort of feel like whatever the original plans for the current/next season of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition were, they should be scrapped and thay should just rename the show Extreme Makeover: New Orleans. This way, instead of building like an in-home movie theater for some one-armed guy and his family, they could like, actually rebuild New Orleans. Has anyone had this idea already?

OMG THE LOST SECRET IS ABOUT TO BE REVEALED!!! GOTTA GO!!!!

I'm Waiting

From an astrology site regarding sign compatibility:

Virgo and Libra both appreciate superficial pleasures, and they often enjoy collecting bone china, art or photographs.

Libra, please reignite my ho-hum bone china collecting hobby.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Oh, Yeah

And I'm moving to an actual dormitory in the city. That reminds me of the time a bunch of people in my undergrad dorm turned the four bathrooms on our floor into one big sauna. I learned the term "sweatlodge" in college, FYI. Those were interesting times. Heady days, if you will.

Good Shows with My Hoes

Caught some of the acoustic Nada Surf set, The Vibration (AWESOME) and Langhorne Slim, who was AMAZING, at the Knitting Factory benefit today. The one thing I don't like about the Knitting Factory is that the crowd at shows there always feels it appropriate to shout out the songs they want to hear in a way that would totally annoy me if I were a performer. I'LL PLAY WHAT I WANNA PLAY AND YOU'LL LIKE IT.

In other news, I think if I had the body of Ludevigne Signier and the head of a unicorn, I'd really be ahead of the game. In fact, THERE'S my ideal body. Yeah, I'm going with that. If I were at all adept at photoshop (which is hysterical because it's easy), everyone would be in for a real treat of an artist rendering of the beautiful, beautiful creature I just mentioned. I mean, come on: Swimming Pool? Her bod should be illegal (It is becoming increasingly obvious to me that my blog reads like a dude's. There's probably something I could do about that, but I don't care enough. Huzzah).

Also, thanks Old Man Winter for finally catching up with the game and freezing my nardos off.

Oh, and according to John Stossel and 20/20, American kids are really, really stupid. Heartening.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Beard Memo

As in, a memo to beards:

Just because you can grow up to a dude's eyeballs doesn't mean you should.

Sincerely,
Me

Thursday, January 05, 2006

The Warriors is Awesome

Right?

CELEBS BLEBS

Saw Ethan Hawke at the Starbucks on 29th and Park. Eh.

Saw Rob Huebel walking down 1st ave and looked at him weird. I like that dude.

Because You Were Crawling Up and Down the Walls About It

So I didn't realize I had my blog set so that anonymous non-bloggers couldn't comment.

I. AM. SO. SORRY.

This is no longer the case.

I apologize again.

My New Year's "Rez"

JK, I'm not telling anyone my new year's resolutions, otherwise everyone will know I didn't make any effort at all to follow them. Huzzah!

I'm going to casually slip the following into a conversation with someone today:

"Yeah, toilet paper is just so expensive. I stopped buying it. Whatever, now I just take more showers."

I think that's kind of awesome to say to another person.

I'm obsessed in an unhealthy way with the Nada Surf cover of "If You Leave," originally by OMD, that was on one of those OC cds. It's good. Speaking of Nada Surf, an awesome show for all:

Thirty bands on all three stages at the Knitting Factory NYC
Doors open at noon, first band is at 2 pm
Kissing booth, raffle, prizes for the first thirty people, tarot card
readers, and more to benefit the Southern Arts Federation Emergency Relief Fund

FEATURING:

WRENS
BREAKUP BREAKDOWN
NADA SURF (ACOUSTIC)
THE VIBRATION
THE BRONX IS BURNING
VIOLATOR
FRESHKILLS
ESTEVEZ
MAPLEWOOOD
KOESTER
AR DUVALL
LEADERS
THE REDCOATS ARE COMING!
POORBOY JOHNSON AND THE GODDAMN RATTLESNAKE
CORDOVA
GOODNIGHT GUNFIGHT
HEADS UP DISPLAY
CLASS
HOPEWELL
STALKERS
PARTS AND LABOR
ANTONIUS BLOCK
THE CHOKE
JULIA MARVEL
DEAD BETTIES
LANGHORNE SLIM
NAKED HIGHWAY
SOFT EXPLOSIONS
SUBURBAN MISSILE
THE RATS

Tickets are available on the Knitting Factory website and at the box office.

It should be a really good show. Buy tickets, dudes. I wanna say it's sunday the 15th at 12 noon, but check the knitting factory website.

Oh, I'm also obsessed with these guys.

This cold is a real asshole.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

You're Telling Me

My horoscope for the month of january actually contained the following sentence:

"You never know what will happen when Uranus is involved!"

Tell me about it.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

A Realization

Lauding a movie like Vertical Limit in the previous post could render my Ghostbusters verdict illegitimate in the minds of some. To that I say, "I can't wait to see Hostel."

It's like, eat one everybody.

I'm Like Totally Super Excited for The New Season of American Idol

Because it'll be Simon Cowell being all "That was uttah bullshit" to people who are bad singers! That never gets old and never seems staged.

Vertical Limit, my FAVE movie, is on, which is pretty cool! Reminds me of the time that I was sitting around and thought "I really wish Top Gun was on." Then I turned on the tv...and it was. On. I willed Top Gun to be on television. That is an absolutely true story. I am not kidding. Seriously.

What if each person gets one chance to will something in this world to happen, and I used my chance up to watch Top Gun on UPN? I could've stopped AIDS or something. It was worth it to figure out who was the best pilot (Maverick).

Okay, so Vertical Limit isn't really my favorite movie. But try watching it sometime. Ridiculous? Yes. Stupid? Yeah. Action packed, exciting and filled with suspense? YES. Bill Paxton being awesome and crazy? ALWAYS. Not as good as Coconut Pete, but still solid Paxton. I think I've actually talked about this before in my blog, which is really two times more than anyone should ever talk about the movie Vertical Limit. What a great segueway into a discussion of the Paul Walker classic, Timeline. On second thought, maybe another time. *THAT* REALLY DESERVES ITS OWN POST, CAPS ADDED FOR EMPHASIS.


Not *these* kind of caps!!!!!

What a good joke.

Okay, let's get serious...with this.

Now there's something I'm excited for. For real.