movie update.

Sunday, Mom and I saw "Catch and Release". It got shitty reviews (even from Amy), but we liked it. Maybe I'm too sweet on Jennifer Garner and I love Kevin Smith, even though he sold out on "Clerks 2". Who knows-Timothy Olyphant's teeth bothered me through the whole thing. They look like dentures. He probably had bad teeth growing up and got new teeth (veneres, caps, whatever) after high school. Just like Denzel. I can't stand his teeth, either. Anyway, it was a chick flick for sure.

I just watched "Cars" on DVD (I borrowed it) and it was really cute. I must say the fire engine was my favorite. And I would say that anyone that prefers Eeyore (or basically any outcast in a cartoon) would agree, although Mater was an audible wonder. To think, people in other parts of the country think all southerners talk like Mater. I'm a sucker for cartoons, even if it's computer animation like Pixar, so of sourse I'm going to like this crap.

Other than that, nothing interesting. I did find out that the guy that was macking on me Friday night is called "The Book Man" by the employees and patrons at Union Jacks. Apparently, when he walks in, everyone wants to walk out (after paying, of course). So I'm not the only person he has annoyed. I thought maybe I was a magnet for losers. At least that gives me some hope...

inevitable.

Jerry and Steve finally had Kiya put to sleep this morning. She lasted longer than they imagined, but Jerry was still not ready for it. I don't think anyone ever is when it comes to the loss of a pet. And Kiya was only 2 or 3 years old. It just plain sucks.

Poof has returned, but he is not hanging around like he was previously. I think he might be pissed off at me for putting drops in his ears. The wound on his ear is much better, so the eardrops are helping. He'll get over his anger eventually.

Yesterday was quite fun and interesting. I stayed at Union Jacks from 4:30 until about 9:30, just talking to random people. I love that place-they know what I want before I even sit down and the regulars know my name. It's like Cheers, only smaller and darker. There was some dorkass who talked my ear off, asked for my number and then annoyed the hell out of me until I finally went to the bathroom and he had to leave for whatever reason. I tried to be nice, but he kept on and on-the more he talked, the more I was short with him. He just didn't get it. Just my luck, I suppose. The guys that I'm interested in could care less about me-the guys that are interested in me, I usually just want to punch their faces in after 5 minutes of talking to them. I know-waaaahhh, woe is me, etc. Anyway, Janet and Tiffany called me about 4 times wanting me to come to the Preservation Pub. So I finally left UJ's and headed downtown. When I got there, our pal Justin said they had left half an hour before. So I drove down there for nothing. I sat and talked to Justin for a while, watched some weirdass band from Nashville and went home.

Today, my sisters and I took my mom to lunch for her birthday and went shopping. I went to Blockbuster on my way home to return a movie I didn't even get to watch. Just for shits and giggles, I checked to see if season 2 of Battlestar Galactica was in. To my suprise, it was there and I snatched it up before anyone else could get to it. So tonight, it's an allnighter with Starbuck, Gaius Baltar and the evil Cylons. Ahhh, euphoria.

i pulled a Donna.

My garbage disposal is on the fritz again. Although it didn't have quite the explosion that Donna produced last summer, it still made a frightening noise and died. And the water is going down very slowly. You never know how much you appreciate a thing until it's gone. I suppose I shouldn't have abused it so much, with the cucumber peels and all...

Poof hasn't been back in 2 days. I hope he is OK-it's been below freezing every night. He has a little bed to sleep in and a cat carrier with a blanket in it. Maybe he found somewhere warmer to stay. I guess I'm a little attached to my good buddy-and worried. Fuck, I hate being such a bleeding heart. It gets me in trouble every time.

Tomorrow is my mommy's birthday. She'll be 70 years old. I hate the thought of my parents getting old. It sucks more than anything in the world. But that's life. Doesn't mean I have to like it. Thankfully, they still get around pretty well, although my dad can't mow the lawn anymore. But he does mop and vacum for my mom. He's gotta clean something-or paint something-or fix something.

I'm going to bed.

i look pretty when i cry.

I just watched the most gut wrenching, depressing movie I have ever seen in my life-"Dancer In The Dark" with Bjork. Yeah, I know it's old by now, but I finally rented it. I cried my guts out for 30 minutes. I love Bjork, anyway and this just made me appreciate her even more. Who gives a shit if she beat up some news woman at the airport? Of course, I had to return the movie to avoid a late fee. I pulled a Jim Carrey and looked at myself in the mirror while I was crying to see if I should go in Blockbuster to look around or just slip it in the quik drop. My mascara was running, my eyes swollen and bloodshot, my nose red from rubbing it raw with a tissue and my hair was greasy (thanks to some hair product that Amy gave me to straighten hair-thanks) and unkempt. I looked like a true female victim straight out of the movies. The irises of my eyes turn this flourescent aqua color whenever I cry and it looks like I'm wearing colored contacts. It's kind of cool, actually. I've always loved and wanted brown eyes, but I guess there's an upside to having whatever color it is I have. Anyway-I chose the quik drop.

So yesterday, after getting the spot on my face frozen on Monday, the frozen area had formed a water blister and I accidentally tore thin skin off while I was rubbing my face. Not a pleasant experience. Now, it looks as if the skin on my cheek was scraped across concrete. I guess that's better than a dead piece of flesh waiting to be popped like a water balloon. Let this be a lesson to all of you sunbathers out there. Even though I haven't been in the sun for a very long time, it catches up with you.

I'm thinking about getting a gym membership. I know, it's been a complaint of mine that I wouldn't spend money on something I can do at home. The problem is, when I get home, the only thing I want to do is park my ass on the couch and watch the boob tube for hours. So I figure if I drive to the gym straight from work, I can bypass all that shit. And money? Well, if I can spend countless days and nights at Union Jacks, wasting my money on alcohol, then maybe I can cut back and afford the gym. I had 2 ciders after work-after crying my eyeballs out, I didn't much feel like eating, not to mention it's already my bedtime, so I considered my dinner as liquid. Maybe I'll have a small snack before sleepy time...

pub quiz and freeze.

Last night, Jerry, Janet, Leo and I went to the Union Jack's Pub Quiz. With each of us having a specific knowledge base in different categories (Jerry-science, Janet-music, Leo-sports, me-movies and TV) we came so close to winning. The couple next to us won, however, by 2 points only because there were a couple of military questions we didn't know the answers to and the guy just happened to be in the military. Bastard. Anyway-hopefully I can drag everyone's ass out every sunday night for the trivial festivities. It was quite fun.

Today, I went to the dermatalogist to get a funky freckle looked at on my face. It's been there for a few years and it keeps getting bigger. So after my parents nagged me for a year, I saw Dr. Griffith about it. He looked at it and said "Oh, we better freeze this just in case it gets worse. Your skin is so fair and with your dad's history of skin cancer, it's a good idea." He froze the abnormally large freckle on my face and sent me on my way. I was in and out in 5 minutes. It felt like a sandblaster on my cheek. Hopefully, I won't have to worry about anymore spots like that in the future. I'll just stay a vampire-the heat makes me miserable anyway and the sun hurts my eyes.

Tonight is the return of "Prison Break" and "Heroes". My eyes will be plastered to the TV for a couple of hours, so, as usual, the phone will be turned off. You know the drill.

poof goes to the vet.

Jerry and I took Poof to the vet today to get his ear looked at and some shots. He got a clean bill of health and some drops for his ears. Next month, he will get neutered and some more boosters-he'll be good to go. Kiya is on her last leg. She will probably be put to sleep within the next 2 or 3 weeks. She lasted alot longer than anyone expected. Hopefully, Steve and Jerry will adopt Poof after Kiya is gone. If not, he's still OK outside at my house.

Other than that, it's been an uneventful day. My mom and the other family members will be back sometime this evening. Mom called the other night and said this will be the last trip she'll ever take where she has to walk any distance-her leg and foot were killing her. We all told her to get a Jazzy, but she refused. She said it was because she couldn't control it and didn't want it to get in the way. Personally, I think it's her pride. My god, she's 70 years old, she deserves any break she can get at this point, especially after raising 5 kids and going through all of the family issues we've had over the past year. But what the hell do I know.

Tomorrow night, Jerry (maybe Renita) and I are going to the Union Jack's pub quiz, maybe throw some darts while we're there. I don't think Mom will be up to seeing a movie, so I guess I can do some laundry and watch one of the movies I rented. Blockbuster didn't have season 2 of Battlestar Galactica, so I had to settle for some old movies I had yet to see- "Dancer In The Dark" and "Hamlet" with Kenneth Branaugh. So many movies, so little money. I may sign back up with Netflix. I'll debate that for a few days...

big mouth.

I have the gift of gab that pisses people off. Today at work, I made a comment about something that was personal to the guy who is in the cube in front of me. Actually, I prefaced the comment with "Well, I was going to say something mean, but I'll keep my mouth shut." That just opened a can of worms. To make a long story short, he begged me to tell him my mean thoughts. And so I voiced them aloud. He didn't speak to me the rest of the day. Hey-he asked for it-literally. It's just the truth that flows from my lips, people. I speak nothing else.

I have nothing of interest this Friday. Except-please visit boingboing.net. It's awesome.

no idea.

I'm tired of being bored. I need some new single friends that don't have kids. Seriously-the people at Union Jacks have to be sick of seeing me. It's really pathetic that I don't have a real hobby or goal in life. Well, I take that back, I have goals, but nothing noteworthy-and nothing that I've even tried to accomplish. I have a grand idea of many things in my mind, but no motivation. I guess I need a reason for everything-it's the control freak in me that can't live without it. Boo-hoo. Maybe I'll let go someday...relinquish control to someone else or no one at all and actually get some enjoyment out of this boring life.

get rich quick.

In answer to your question, Donna, here is a way we can make some money without really doing anything strenuous. Check it out:

http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2007/01/11/money-making-hobbies-from-1938/

I haven't figured out this link thing yet, so bear with me. I am, after all, a computer illiterate girl.

cold.

It was in the 60's last week. Today, the temperature didn't even hit 40. If it's going to be that cold, it better snow. Texas of all places is getting the snow and ice. I bet Amy is playing in it right now. But for now, all of us Knoxville natives just have to wait.

I'm really bored at the moment. Certainly, something creative would pass the time, but I'm just not feeling it. Maybe I will just go to the bar for a while. Honestly, there is nothing else worth doing right now. Politics on the evening news are pissing me off, my hands are too cold to knit and dinner is looking pretty grim. Yeah, I think I'll go have a couple of frosty mug sensations.

last day of vacation.

It's the last day of the longest vacation I've ever had in my life. Here's my list of accomplishments:

Yearly physical
Hair cut
Downloaded lots of music
Read a big chunk of The Dark Tower VII
Started up Tomb Raider again
Won many games of darts
Bought drinks for an old crush
Became a regular at a local bar
Bought new clothes
Took many pictures of people flipping birds
Watched the first season of Battlestar Galactica
Got some new pills

In other words, not a god damn thing worth mentioning.

too late.

I'm so pissed-I threw my tape cassettes away last year, music you can no longer buy ANYWHERE, and now they make this:

"The Firebox Plus Deck Cassette Converter is a $130 cassette deck for your PC that comes with software for easily converting your tapes to MP3s (the deck even has auto-reverse!)."

http://www.firebox.com/product/1700?src_t=wnw&currency_conversion=1

frackin' geek.

Gaius Baltar is the man of my dreams. An insanely intelligent scientist, whose preference for a tall blonde Cylon attributed to the near obliteration of the human race. Not to mention, he is gorgeous with a touch of madness about him. And, he's a good dresser with a British accent. What more could I ask for? Well, I guess I could ask for him to be a real person and that I could be a tall blonde with legs up to there. But I don't like blonde hair, so that would be problem.

OK, back to my marathon...

weekend.

Nothing much of interest here. I don't even know why I'm typing this. It's boredom, proabably. My plans for today: Battlestar Galactica marathon, balancing the checkbook and maybe some spring cleaning. It feels like spring outside-the temperature is already in the 60's and it's 9:13am. The forsythias are in bloom, the tulips and irises are popping up and my yard has welcomed robins for the past few weeks. Then on Tuesday, snow is in the forecast. Go figure.

My mom, sisters, a brother in law, one brother and one nephew are on their way to Disney World for a week. I was invited, but a) I hate hot weather, b) I don't like rides and c) screaming, whining kids-lots of them-are not my idea of a fun vacation, so I declined. Well, my 2 week vacation wasn't all that fun either, but I wasn't hot and surrounded by children and tourists. I do, however, have to take out my sister's dog Barney twice a day for the next week-before I go to work (which I'm dreading) and on my way home. Yet, another reason to own a cat instead of a dog. On that note, Jerry is taking Poof to the vet on Saturday to get his ear fixed, some shots and a lump on his side checked out. He's paying for it, all I have to do is keep the cat in my laundry room until his ear heals. After that, it's back outside.

OK, time for coffee and to begin the BG marathon. Peace out.

friday night out.

Went to Union Jacks. Got some more pics of people flipping birds. Had a long conversation with Renita about global warming and other things of interest to me. I'm a little more toasted than I thought I was, so I came home and researched some dumb shit on the internet. And thought about things I shouldn't think about. And ate things I shoudn't have eaten. Who cares? It's technically the last day of my vacation, which I should have spent somewhere else besides at the pub and on my couch. But that's in the past, whoop-de-fuckin-do. I really want to be somewhere besides here. Or at least be with someone I can carry on a conversation with without being shitfaced. God, I'm whining and I hate that. Waaahhh.

I saw "The Painted Veil" today. The most wonderful movie I've seen since-well, I guess "Little Miss Sunshine", although the two movies are not even comparable. I didn't read the novel, however, but my mother did and she loved it. I'll take her opinion over anyone's. Just the scenery alone was worth the money, but Ed Norton blew my ass away, as did Naomi Watts. My dad had a hilarious quote after the movie, but I won't reveal it here, as it would give away the end of the movie for those who haven't seen it or read the book. Guess you'll have to ask me in person if you really want to know...

Tomorrow, Jerry is coming over to kill Mr. Takamoto on Tomb Raider for me, since I suck at killing bosses on video games. Yes, it's pathetic, but at least I'm good at searching for clues or "treasure" as Terrance and Phillip would call it. After that, maybe a couple of beers with Spencer, if he remembers to call me. I'm running out of friends here-I'm down to 2 single ones, one with a child and another one with a busy social schedule. The rest are out of town or overtaken by their boyfriends. Of course, I would probably be the same way if I had a boyfriend or husband, but that's not the case(and hasn't been for some time now) so give me a break. My cats are calling me to bed, and I must obey. Good night.

sewage article.

Maybe once or twice a year, Donna will send me something completely random in the mail. I never expect it, nor do I have any idea what it is when I pull it out of the mailbox. This little treasure arrived today-an article about the dumping of raw sewage in British Columbia. At first, I thought it was a picture of Mr. Hankie, but then I read the piece and realized that it's actually Mr. Floatie, "A brainchild of the group People Opposed to Outfall Pollution". Awesome. The funniest part about it is that I don't think Donna realized that People Opposed to Outfall Pollution has the anagram P.O.O.P. Or maybe she did, I'll have to ask. Either way, I love it.

I just watched "V for Vendetta". Phenomenal. No, I haven't read the comic book-shame on me-but it gave me the chills. I had tears in my eyes at the end. Hugo Weaving always has such beautiful delivery on his dialogue, but when one looks at his face, it tends to either make his part melodramatic or takes the attention away from his lines completely. The fact that he is behind a mask through the entire movie makes it a work of art. And even if the mask thing bothered people (it didn't bother me), Natalie Portman was some serious eye candy, not to mention, she is, despite her good looks, a wonderful actress. So I can imagine since I absolutely loved this movie, no one else I know will think anything of it, or even like it. Like I give a shit. teehee.

new buddy.

Here's my new pal, Poof. He's been a stray cat around here since I moved in. Jerry made the mistake of petting him one night and now, he hangs around my house all day and night. Yes, I have been feeding him and even put a bed out for him under the carport. But I refuse to bring him in. I can't afford another cat, not to mention getting attached to one. He is a lovebug, though-he follows me to the mailbox, laundry room and whatever else I may have to do outside, purring all the while, rubbing up against my leg or trying to climb up my sweater for some love. I named him Poof because his tail is one big poofy bottle brush, but mainly I just call him buddy.

I have been fooling around on the computer for 2 days now, all day long. I have a headache, and yet I still torture my poor eyeballs to sit in front of my monitor to download music, look at random websites and send emails back and forth to people who have nothing better to do at work. Oh, and of course, doing this blog thing. Once I go back to work, I won't be posting as often, but you'll get over it. In the meantime, why don't you check out some of the links on my page since you won't check them out when I email them to you? Crazy kids think I'm sending them a virus or something. I'm going to go make some chili in the crockpot. Later taters.

bored.

Somebody's boring me-I think it's me.

the new 'do.

Here it is, after much flattening. My hair tends to get poofier the shorter it is. I actually had to use some hair putty to tame it. Sorry, I am not photogenic at all, especially when I'm taking a picture of myself. The good thing is, you can't see the monstrous zit on my face in this photo. I wanted to donate my hair to Locks Of Love, but it had to be 13 inches or more-mine was only about 6 or 7 inches. Do I seriously look this bad in person? Yuck. It doesn't matter if I smile or not, it always looks as if I'm going to jump off a bridge at any moment.

Anyway-that's all I have for today. Going to my parent's house tonight for some good home cookin'. Maybe check on my way home if Blockbuster has season 1 of Battlestar Galactica in yet. Peace out.

first snow.

The view from my front porch as the first snow of the new year fell. It snowed for maybe an hour then *POOF* it was gone. 30 minutes later, it melted and the sun blazed to dry everything out. Then the clouds rolled in again around noonish and dumped some sleet on the already dry ground. 15 minutes later, it stopped and the sun came out again.

Bipolar weather bothers me immensely.

I did, however, manage to get my hair cut. I will post that later-I just got up and haven't even finished my first cup of coffee yet, for chrissakes. And yesterday, Karon (my hairdresser) was messing around with my newly shorn hair. When she was done, I looked like Kitty from That 70's Show. I don't know what the hell she was thinking-apparently, she liked the 'do. I smiled as I left, thinking "God, I can't wait to get home and flatten this shit out."

On another note, I watched a few DVDs yesterday:
"Lady In the Water"- OK, the critics panned it, and so did alot of moviegoers. The thing that people need to understand is that this movie is (and it says so on the cover and movie posters as well) a 'bedtime story'. Everyone was expecting it to be a typical M. Night Shyamalan movie, with a twist at the end. Well, guess what kids-it wasn't typical. And it was just what it advertised: a bedtime story. It told the story, then it ended. No suprises. I wouldn't say it was his best, but Paul Giamatti makes it worth your time. Of course, he makes anything he's in worth watching, even the horrible "Duets".

"Army of Darkness"- A cult classic and every time I've gone to rent it over the years, it's been out. Well, I hit the jackpot finally at Blockbuster. This movie is AWESOME. I laughed my ass off. Bridget Fonda was in it for all of 5 seconds-literally-then she was mysteriously abducted. I can't even describe to you what the hell it was. Kind of like Indiana Jones meets Excalibur meets The Mummy meets Stargate. With the humor of a spoof, but not as obvious. Jesus, just go rent it.

"Jackass 2"- I had already seen it at the theatre, but I had to see the deleted scenes, etc. Just more puking, naked guys and April Margera sledding down her own snowcovered staircase. Oh, and the 90 year old music video. That was worth the rental itself. But I love that shit anyway, so I'll eventually go buy it.

I had also rented the original Sci-Fi miniseries of Battlestar Galactica. I had read so many things in magazines and even overhearing people talk about it so, of course, I had to check it out. Now I'm hooked. The guy that plays Baltar I knew I had seen somewhere, so I IMDB'd him. Turns out, he was the gay friend in Bridget Jones's Diary. Who knows if he is really gay and who cares-he's mighty fine to look at and his British accent is just icing on the cake. Edward James Olmos kicks ass, even the hot Cylon that Baltar is always getting it on with, rocks. Anyway, if you are into that type of thing, go rent it. I tried to get season 1 last night, but it was out.

Next is "V for Vendetta" and "Full Metal Jacket" (don't laugh, I know I should have seen it by now). I love Vincent Dinofrio. While people were getting off on war movies, I was into Dune, Brazil and Bladerunner. I couldn't be bothered with war movies until a few years ago. I'm just rambling on now. Wish there was a movie afficionado I could mouth off to around here. Guess I'll have to call James Lebakken for that.

insomnia.

Hi, kids and welcome to Insomniac Corner. I'm wide awake at 5:45am, for no apparent reason, not to mention the restless (non)sleep I had last night. I'm never THIS awake, even when I'm working-that usually doesn't happen until around noonish. Then I eat lunch and I'm sleepy again. It's a bizarre feeling (because I'm always lathargic) and I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. Maybe exercise would be a good thing to start...nah, it's too damn early for that. I don't know how these crackheads get up at the break of dawn and go to the gym for an hour before they go to work. It's beyond my realm of being, actually.

So I keep having these dreams where random people are dying-people I never think of. First, it was Renee Zellweger, though I can't remember what offed her. Then Gene Hackman died in a freak accident on the set of a movie-he turned out to be Jennfer Jason Leigh's father (her real father DID die in that very same manner, I think on the set of the movie 'Twilight Zone'). Then, Renita found out from her doctor that she had only a few months to live. There are more I just can't think of at the moment, but what the hell does all this mean? What kind of crap is lodged in my brain, trying to get out? Oh, yeah and during one of my 5 minute sleeping sessions last night, I dreamed that my house was broken into again, this time, they had smashed out my livingroom window-that was after they had tried getting in from the roof. My brother Brent (who lived with me-strange) tried to hook me up with the investigator-it was bunk since the guy was married.

OK, it's 6:18am now-I've eaten breakfast. Usually that will zonk me out, but it has yet to. I would love to make some coffee, but I'm afraid it would make me more awake than I already am, if that's humanly possible. Is this what happy, energetic people feel like? Not to say I'm happy-I'm not sad either, just feeling weird. There are so many things on my mind, I can't concentrate. How do I want my hair cut, the guy that floated in and out of town, will Janet go to the pub with me, Jerry needs to come over and kill this dude for me on TombRaider, should I go to Blockbuster and rent a bunch of movies, can I just sell my house and drive around the country for a while but where would I leave the cats, why do I get along with my nephew so much better than I do my niece, etc. This is exhausting-I think I'll try to sleep on the couch. Maybe the morning news will knock me out...

sunday something.

I tried to come up with something interesting for this boring Sunday, but all I could think of were song lyrics that might spark a certain reaction that I don't want at the moment (no, not Radiohead-Everything But The Girl, if you must know). And, it would just remind me and everyone else of how much of a goober I am. Let me just say that even if you don't like the music of EBTG, you at least have to appreciate (and relate) to their lyrics. Go pick up a copy of 'Walking Wounded', why dontcha?

My goals for my vacation have been only partially fulfilled. I did manage to: go to the doctor, pick up where I left off on Tomb Raider, download some music, get some new clothes. I did not, however: get a new windshield, go to the dentist, read lots of books, mop my floors, clean out the kitty coop, rake leaves. And I have a feeling only 2 of these things will actually happen this week. It will be fun to guess which ones. I just have no money left to do some of these things and the small amount of money I do have, I would rather spend at the bar. Pathetic, I know, but as Jerry says, "You can't take it with you", so why not have fun instead of a new windshield?

And the first family birthday of the year is going to be something new for everyone. Traci decided that for her birthday, she would like a bucket of KFC chicken and all of the other crap to go along with it. As far as I can remember, our family has never had fast food for a b-day celebration. Maybe pizza, but never KFC. I would rather have something from the grill, or home cooking from my mother, just to alleviate any chance of a colon explosion for one or all of us-greasy food tends to do that, not to mention, Jerry used to work at KFC and I've heard a million horror stories about it. But it's not my birthday-yet-so I'll go with the flow and eat some chicken. But right now, I'm gonna kick some Japanese ass on my video game. If this takes more than an hour, some things will be broken and Jerry will be called upon to kick Mr. Yakamoto's ass for me. Tattooed bastard.

update.

Just for those of you concerned-I got some new drugs today. Satisfied?

yay.

I get to go to the doctor today for my annual physical and popsicle stick test. Then I have to get a referral to a dermatologist for this big spot on my face. Hopefully, it's just an age spot or a bigass freckle. But given my family's history, it's probably skin cancer I'll have to get burned off. Let this be a lesson to you fools who like to go out in the sun-DON'T. Call me vain, but being out in the sun is not worth looking like a leper. And please do your self breast exams-Janet's mother just found out she has breast cancer and starts radiation next week. No history of breast cancer in the family. And she waited to long to get it checked out. Damn shame.

And now for something completely different. I'm getting my hair cut next week. Time to get rid of this mop of 80's hair again. I finally picked up Tomb Raider Legend again. I had to start over a while back since the play station that was stolen also had the memory card in it. It sucks having to do things over, but I find it quite entertaining to kill Lara Croft in strange ways-last night, she flew off of a motor bike and landed face first into a panel of stadium lighting. She slid off like a runny egg.

Did anyone watch CSI last night? Because Grissom is gone and I just don't know if he's coming back. Bastard. He's the only reason I watch it. If he doesn't come back, it will be the beginning of CSI's demise. Mark my words-I'm not the only one who is attracted to aging entomologists. The only other character I like on there is Sarah. The rest of them can go fuck themselves out in the desert somewhere. Well, now, wait-I do like the coroner and the cops. But Katharine is a ho and the guys are so boring, I can't even think of their names at the moment. Boof.

movies.

Went to see 'Eragon' on Monday. Very disappointing. I was told that it sucked, but I had to see for myself because everyone's movie taste is different (I know a certain James Spader fan who hated 'Secretary' and it's one of my favorites). It had potential, but the casting sucked ass. Jeremy Irons, Djimon Hounsou and Robert Carlyle were the only ones worth watching. Rachel Weisz was the voice of Saphira and that was fitting. The rest of them were totally miscast and looked like a bunch of kids running around playing hooky from school. John Malkovich was OK, but he overacted and was only in there a total of 5 minutes. I blame the shitty director for that mishap. And to think, there may be a sequel. Since 2 of the decent actors were killed off and one will be very soon according to the books, the only one left is John Malkovich and even his character rarely shows his face. Boof. But I will say this-the guy that played Murtagh (Garrett Hedlund) was a hottie. The books aren't award winning by any means, but hell-the author Christopher Paolini was just 15 when he wrote the first one. Now he's a best selling author and a major film has been made from his first book. I hope he's saving his money.

Today, my parents, niece and nephew will be seeing "Charlotte's Web". I love the original animated movie so I hope this won't ruin it for me. Although I can't see how you can go wrong with animals (Babe, Milo & Otis, Cats & Dogs, etc.) My vacation has been completely uneventful so far. I guess that's a good thing...

happy new year part 2.

"Rudolph's Shiny New Year" isn't one of my holiday favorites-I have issues with it (suprise)-but I love Happy. He is so cute. A baby born with big blue eyes, an assload of blond yarn hair, and teeth-they never say who his parents are, they treat him like shit and leave him with nothing but a diaper with a big safety pin, some booties and a fat top hat. Not to mention, it's a little more harsh than Rudolph-the rednosed bastard himself laughed at Happy's ears. But in my opinion (and, again, opinions are like assholes) the show basically gives everyone the right to laugh at other's abnormalities, justifying it by saying "Oh, we're laughing at you because your bigass ears make us happy!" Right. I laugh at alot of things I shouldn't laugh at and may eventually ignite into flames for doing so. But I would never want to hurt anyone's feelings, as I know exactly what that feels like all too well. I keep my bad comments or outbursts of laughter to myself, unless the person is such a jerk that they deserve my verbal lashings. If that be the case, then there are no holds barred. In other words, I think this show gives kids the wrong idea about life in general. I could go on for days, but I won't.

This blog was originally meant to say "I went to bed at 9pm on New Year's Eve and woke up at 8:30am on New Year's Day." but, apparently, I got distracted by Happy and his dashing features. And I went to see 'The Good Shepherd' yesterday. Excellent movie, although rather long and the kid who played the son got on my nerves and I wanted to punch his face in. So today, Jerry and I are going to see 'Eragon', although I've been told it was horrible. I just like to see movies based on books so I can tear them apart afterwards.