Monday, November 07, 2005

Floor Bored Pt. II

Everyone wants to know why I always fall asleep when I drink too much.

Here's why.

If I have too much hard liquor and I don't feel well.

My body automatically shuts down.

We'd rather sleep at the party then throw up at the party.

(In regards to the train incident, I didn't fall asleep fast enough)

Floor Bored

I was reminded on Friday night/Saturday morning why I said this...

It involved Ketal One and a friend's hardwood floor.

Never again.

Seriously.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Very promising

Thomas Hayden Church as Sandman for Spider-Man 3

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

From now until the end of the year...

...I am going to go to the movies once a week.

At least, I am going to try. I'm sure there is going to be a point where there is nothing I want to see but I think I will be straight.

This week's movie: Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang.

I think next week, unless something else comes up, I'll see Jarhead or Sarah Silverman: Jesus Is Magic.

I already bought my tickets to see Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire with my visiting friend, Tabitha on the 18th. I'll probably end up seeing this again at the IMAX theater.

Plus we are entering Oscar season.

It will be expensive but, last year, I only saw one of the five movies nominated for Best Picture and thought that was pathetic for me (of course, it's even more pathetic to think something like that is pathetic...)

Anyway, wish me luck.

I'll let you know what sucked.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Bad for Business

With the number of unwed mothers on the rise and more and more people willing to accept not getting married...are the makers of wedding bands and engagment rings suffering through tough times or what?

Used to be when getting someone knocked up was an easy wedding ring/engagement ring sale...like selling a tire to a guy with a flat.

Times have changed.

Now guys are going into the store thinking, "Maybe I can ride this one out. Maybe she'll just want to be my longtime girlfriend."

They must have monthly meetings where every once and awhile someone cries out in despair, "Damn you, Kurt Russell!"