FL can get cold but my PA conditioning makes me laugh at the temperature. As long as I have my blanket.
I Am Legend (Finally!!!)
I have seen I Am Legend and I can say I have not been so depressed by a movie since Million Dollar Baby. I will not spoil the plot but I can say that a silent New York City is creepier than any of the mutated antagonists that want to take a bite out of Will Smith. Plus, Will Smith does an amazing job of convincing you he is a man who has not spoken to a single living person in 1001 days. If I don't speak to someone in 2 days I would go nuts, and I'm a loner by trade. Plus, I'm no good with dogs so I would have gone all Rambo sooner. Okay, that last part is not exactly true. I like dogs but I could never get them trained all that well. I am a master petter but I just can't get them to sit. And since my place doesn't allow dogs I don't get to practice, which makes me sad. Then I Am Legend makes me sadder. So I'm just a big pile of sadness. But I'm still really, really, really ridiculously good looking.
The Truth...............
................................. is that consuming for the sake of consuming is an empty existence. Consuming to one up your friends with the cool stuff you bought is the American way.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Musings from the Other Side Part I
Florida is warm. What a Northern State person like me finds funny is how everybody bundles up when the temperature drop to 60 degrees. Yeah, 60. I look at them like they are overreacting and they look at my short sleevc shirt like I'm crazy. Why do I have to be the crazy one? I mean, really.
Sweeny Tood = Blood
I have witnessed Tim Burton's newest movie Sweeny Todd. I thought I was prepared since I saw the play 17 years ago. But I estimate that Tim Burton spent a quarter of the budget on blood. Anymore blood and the theater itself would be drowning in it. It is a fantastic movie but beware that this is not for the squimish. No really, do not eat anything before you watch it. Okay, last warning. I wash my hands of it.
I am Legend or I am still Fracking Waiting
I actually was going to see I am Legend but since my party had a few people that saw it already we went to Sweeny Todd. That was my third attempt to see the movie. I am beginning to get the feeling that someone doesn't want me to watch the movie. Maybe I am being paranoid (okay, more than usual) but it just seems strange that everybody wants me to wait and then they go see it. What's up with that? But now I plan to see I am Legend this Tuesday. Yes, Christmas Day. I will use the power of commerce and Jesus to watch this movie, no matter what. And if this movie does not live up to expectations I am going to start Relevations. Okay, I can't get that mad and I don't know the first thing about starting the Apocalypse (yet) but I really hope I am not setting myself up for disappointment. Go Will Smith.
The Truth..................
.................................... is that 60 degrees in Florida is not cold. Stop breaking out the overcoats. It makes me feel underdressed.
Sweeny Tood = Blood
I have witnessed Tim Burton's newest movie Sweeny Todd. I thought I was prepared since I saw the play 17 years ago. But I estimate that Tim Burton spent a quarter of the budget on blood. Anymore blood and the theater itself would be drowning in it. It is a fantastic movie but beware that this is not for the squimish. No really, do not eat anything before you watch it. Okay, last warning. I wash my hands of it.
I am Legend or I am still Fracking Waiting
I actually was going to see I am Legend but since my party had a few people that saw it already we went to Sweeny Todd. That was my third attempt to see the movie. I am beginning to get the feeling that someone doesn't want me to watch the movie. Maybe I am being paranoid (okay, more than usual) but it just seems strange that everybody wants me to wait and then they go see it. What's up with that? But now I plan to see I am Legend this Tuesday. Yes, Christmas Day. I will use the power of commerce and Jesus to watch this movie, no matter what. And if this movie does not live up to expectations I am going to start Relevations. Okay, I can't get that mad and I don't know the first thing about starting the Apocalypse (yet) but I really hope I am not setting myself up for disappointment. Go Will Smith.
The Truth..................
.................................... is that 60 degrees in Florida is not cold. Stop breaking out the overcoats. It makes me feel underdressed.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The Aftermath
The End, but Not Quite
So hey, I finally finished my paper and presentation. It is always going to get to me. All that work for 8 minutes of talking. Brilliant talk, but talk nonetheless. The other groups had some pretty interesting subjects to discuss that make me really want to do some extracurricular research. But that will have to wait until after I complete my (dum, dum, dum) Christmas Shopping. Yes, the most dangerous time of year for our society. Parking is scarce, people lose their minds, credit cards become easier to use, and the sales entice. It won't be until after New Year's that we are all going to shake our heads and look around and realize what we've done. No wonder we drink so much on New Year's Eve. Whatever it takes to avoid those credit card bills, because you know they are coming, and there is no stopping them.
Withdrawal
I support the Writer's Guild strike, I do, but I don't know how I would feel when reality TV shows begin to pop up like a rabid strain of weeds. I thought TV could not go lower than Tila Tequila looking for love on both teams, but in a few months I'm going to feel like that was a high point in reality TV. I shudder. Do you hear me, I shudder.
The Truth..................
....................................love is a beautiful thing. So is play-do. Just remember why you need it, not why you want it. Like play-do.
So hey, I finally finished my paper and presentation. It is always going to get to me. All that work for 8 minutes of talking. Brilliant talk, but talk nonetheless. The other groups had some pretty interesting subjects to discuss that make me really want to do some extracurricular research. But that will have to wait until after I complete my (dum, dum, dum) Christmas Shopping. Yes, the most dangerous time of year for our society. Parking is scarce, people lose their minds, credit cards become easier to use, and the sales entice. It won't be until after New Year's that we are all going to shake our heads and look around and realize what we've done. No wonder we drink so much on New Year's Eve. Whatever it takes to avoid those credit card bills, because you know they are coming, and there is no stopping them.
Withdrawal
I support the Writer's Guild strike, I do, but I don't know how I would feel when reality TV shows begin to pop up like a rabid strain of weeds. I thought TV could not go lower than Tila Tequila looking for love on both teams, but in a few months I'm going to feel like that was a high point in reality TV. I shudder. Do you hear me, I shudder.
The Truth..................
....................................love is a beautiful thing. So is play-do. Just remember why you need it, not why you want it. Like play-do.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
P-Minus 1 Day
There is too much PRESSURE!!!! Tomorrow's the big day and I have nothing. Sure I have a presentation and paper, but it's garbage, crap, compost.......... I can't do this.
I AM FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nah, just playing. Let's do this thing.
The Truth.....................
.......................................we never know what we are capable of until we are put in a situation that forces us to be who we are.
I AM FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nah, just playing. Let's do this thing.
The Truth.....................
.......................................we never know what we are capable of until we are put in a situation that forces us to be who we are.
Monday, December 10, 2007
P-Minus 2 Days
Detentes Denied?
Apparently the version of the story I told last time was disputed by parties present. I just want you all to know that I am telling the truth and they were just released from the coo-coo factory.
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Okay, that was a lie but it was wrapped in good intentions. That should count for something, right?
But enough of who was right and who was wrong (or silly liability) the focus is on the paper. After all my writing I actually have a bigger paper than what I need. I really thought I wasn't going to have enough to talk about and now, surprise, surprise, I wrote too much. Guess I should have taken more breaks, eh? So now I am in the enviable position of editing and sharpening my paper, the third and final phase after drafting and type editing. The end is so close I can taste it. In regards to my presentation, I got nothing. In fact, I am thinking of outsourcing the work to an overseas presentation making firm (it should exist) and let them do it. It will only cost me $500 but it will be worth it to sit and avoid presenting for 7 minutes because of my innate shyness.
No matter how many presentations I have made it always makes me nervous. It's as if everybody is judging me not on my presentation, but as a person. Behold:
"That guy, he's too good looking."
"He's too well spoken."
"Look at him, so haughty because he can say big words."
"I bet he has a hot, supermodel girlfriend every week, that bastard. I hate him so hard."
"I like his socks, damn that rich SOB."
You see, I can't handle it. My only hope is that I can bribe my professor with something that teachers can't resist: blackmail material on their coworkers.
Oh crap, my professor is too good to fall for that.
I'm doooooooooooooomed.
Shoot, I guess I'll get back to work
The Truth..................
....................................power point is the tool of the Devil. You want to move an object to this specific location, it moves an inch. You want this one shape and it doesn't have it. You want to control the font and its not having none of that. Damn you power point, damn you to (censored)!
Apparently the version of the story I told last time was disputed by parties present. I just want you all to know that I am telling the truth and they were just released from the coo-coo factory.
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Okay, that was a lie but it was wrapped in good intentions. That should count for something, right?
But enough of who was right and who was wrong (or silly liability) the focus is on the paper. After all my writing I actually have a bigger paper than what I need. I really thought I wasn't going to have enough to talk about and now, surprise, surprise, I wrote too much. Guess I should have taken more breaks, eh? So now I am in the enviable position of editing and sharpening my paper, the third and final phase after drafting and type editing. The end is so close I can taste it. In regards to my presentation, I got nothing. In fact, I am thinking of outsourcing the work to an overseas presentation making firm (it should exist) and let them do it. It will only cost me $500 but it will be worth it to sit and avoid presenting for 7 minutes because of my innate shyness.
No matter how many presentations I have made it always makes me nervous. It's as if everybody is judging me not on my presentation, but as a person. Behold:
"That guy, he's too good looking."
"He's too well spoken."
"Look at him, so haughty because he can say big words."
"I bet he has a hot, supermodel girlfriend every week, that bastard. I hate him so hard."
"I like his socks, damn that rich SOB."
You see, I can't handle it. My only hope is that I can bribe my professor with something that teachers can't resist: blackmail material on their coworkers.
Oh crap, my professor is too good to fall for that.
I'm doooooooooooooomed.
Shoot, I guess I'll get back to work
The Truth..................
....................................power point is the tool of the Devil. You want to move an object to this specific location, it moves an inch. You want this one shape and it doesn't have it. You want to control the font and its not having none of that. Damn you power point, damn you to (censored)!
Sunday, December 9, 2007
P-Minus 3 Days
The Agony of Creation
As I get closer and closer to the end I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. It is nice that I am closer to finishing my Masters but I still have to make a presentation that has enough credibility to knock my classmates off their feet. Or at the very least, not make them laugh at me. Because I am sensitive like that.
So now that almost every show I like is in reruns I can focus on finishing my paper and getting my presentation ready. I could never do my presentation first. The paper is always the priority because if that is not complete the presentation is not worth doing. But as you three know, I hate writing papers. But after two and a half weeks of writing I find that I actually have to cut material from my paper because it was too large. I was worried that I would not find enough to write about and now I am in the position of cutting and sharpening. The irony felt like a hammer to my face. Or a slap from a girl. Sure they may not be equivalent, but I have gone through both and trust me, they feel the same.
Mist Hating
You know, I am one of those piece loving fools who just wants everyone to enjoy life. But then someone just has to go and kiCk me out of my foolish Laz-E-Boy and talk smack about the movIe The Mist. A few posts before (or the last one, I can never keep track) I mentioned that the Mist was a good movie and someone, who shall Not be named, stated they did not like the movie. The kicker was that the person, who shall not be nameD, used their psyche powers to determine the movie was not worth their time. Now me, being the fun loving SOB that I am, could not let this stand and tried to point to the many fine qualities of this movie. Unfortunately, I could not get past their wall of disregard. Since I am dealing with a being of psYche powers I had to unleash my deadliest weapon: unmitigated nagging. After recently being taken off the Geneva Convention to make room for water-boarding I have only used this WMA as a last resort. I can still hear the screams. It was an epic battle that will be sung of future generations till the end of time. They zigged, I zagged; jab, jab, right-hook, left-hook, nut cruncher, face pound, suplex, round-house kick, blam, blam, bang, bang...............the battle continued until finally, my detractor admitted defeat. Maybe in not so many words, but it was clear to me.
So the lesson here is watch the Mist, unless you want to get a visit from me, and the little friend.
The Truth......................
........................................ is nothing feels better than the weight lifting off your shoulders when you complete a long and difficult task. Nothing feels worse than leaving things undone. So get to it you lazy bum and take out the trash.
As I get closer and closer to the end I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. It is nice that I am closer to finishing my Masters but I still have to make a presentation that has enough credibility to knock my classmates off their feet. Or at the very least, not make them laugh at me. Because I am sensitive like that.
So now that almost every show I like is in reruns I can focus on finishing my paper and getting my presentation ready. I could never do my presentation first. The paper is always the priority because if that is not complete the presentation is not worth doing. But as you three know, I hate writing papers. But after two and a half weeks of writing I find that I actually have to cut material from my paper because it was too large. I was worried that I would not find enough to write about and now I am in the position of cutting and sharpening. The irony felt like a hammer to my face. Or a slap from a girl. Sure they may not be equivalent, but I have gone through both and trust me, they feel the same.
Mist Hating
You know, I am one of those piece loving fools who just wants everyone to enjoy life. But then someone just has to go and kiCk me out of my foolish Laz-E-Boy and talk smack about the movIe The Mist. A few posts before (or the last one, I can never keep track) I mentioned that the Mist was a good movie and someone, who shall Not be named, stated they did not like the movie. The kicker was that the person, who shall not be nameD, used their psyche powers to determine the movie was not worth their time. Now me, being the fun loving SOB that I am, could not let this stand and tried to point to the many fine qualities of this movie. Unfortunately, I could not get past their wall of disregard. Since I am dealing with a being of psYche powers I had to unleash my deadliest weapon: unmitigated nagging. After recently being taken off the Geneva Convention to make room for water-boarding I have only used this WMA as a last resort. I can still hear the screams. It was an epic battle that will be sung of future generations till the end of time. They zigged, I zagged; jab, jab, right-hook, left-hook, nut cruncher, face pound, suplex, round-house kick, blam, blam, bang, bang...............the battle continued until finally, my detractor admitted defeat. Maybe in not so many words, but it was clear to me.
So the lesson here is watch the Mist, unless you want to get a visit from me, and the little friend.
The Truth......................
........................................ is nothing feels better than the weight lifting off your shoulders when you complete a long and difficult task. Nothing feels worse than leaving things undone. So get to it you lazy bum and take out the trash.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
P-Minus 7 Days
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is running down. Crap, I should really get a move on this project thingy. Besides that, everything is cold. Yes, cold, because it has started to snow. Pretty, until you have to drive through it. Can't wait until tomorrow.
The Truth...............................
.................................................is that I miss Heroes, a lot.
The Truth...............................
.................................................is that I miss Heroes, a lot.
Monday, December 3, 2007
P-Minus 10 Days
Now the walls are closing in. The deadlines are approaching. The end is nigh and it is Christmas. I am less afraid of the class paper and presentation than what the frack I am going to get for my family for this most emotional draining of all the major holidays. Living next to one of the largest malls in the nation have shown me the unstoppable might of holiday shopping. Going to the mall on the weekend is almost suicidal. And yet, the deals get me. Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in. Please, I need help.
Ten Days Until P-Day, Or How I use Alcohol to Deal
So in 10 days the paper is due and a presentation will have to be made. My greatest weakness is my innate shyness. I just clam up so much. I am really going to have to rely on my team mates to carry the conversation. Or I'll hit the bar before I go to class. That actually makes sense. I am so smart.
The Truth..........................................
............................................................is that the Mist is a good movie. For the love of god, avoid Hitman and go watch the Mist. Please, please, please watch the Mist.
Ten Days Until P-Day, Or How I use Alcohol to Deal
So in 10 days the paper is due and a presentation will have to be made. My greatest weakness is my innate shyness. I just clam up so much. I am really going to have to rely on my team mates to carry the conversation. Or I'll hit the bar before I go to class. That actually makes sense. I am so smart.
The Truth..........................................
............................................................is that the Mist is a good movie. For the love of god, avoid Hitman and go watch the Mist. Please, please, please watch the Mist.
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