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Dec. 13th, 2007 08:46 amI've been at home sick for the last couple of days...goofing off a bit...watched Superbad and Headbangers Ball, then played through most of Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. Superbad was really funny...like a Slack-Pack take on American Pie. ("They literally stopped me from eating foods that were shaped like dicks. No hot dogs, no popsicles... You know how many foods are shaped like dicks? The BEST kinds.") Call of Duty 4 is pretty well done...a student worker let me borrow it to play through the single-player, so the free factor helps a lot. Even still...it's solid enough.
I felt great yesterday evening and had planned on going back to work today until Mason started horking last night. I woke up this morning at 5:20 and Bran said she felt like she was going to hork too, so I called in again today to stay home and help out.
We all know that Hollywood ran out of ideas over a decade ago, but get serious....f'ing Knight Rider....AGAIN? Doesn't anyone remember how bad that show was the first time? IT'S FROM THE 80'S SO PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT! (What about the awful attempts at a KITT revival that were tried in the 90's?!?!?) I SAID PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!!! TRANFORMERS, GI JOE, NINJA TURTLES...WE'RE PANDERING TO A MARKET OF CONSUMERS RAISED ON THIS SHIT! Stop typing in all-caps. OKAY.
So I thought to myself, "what next...the f'ing A-Team?" And IMDB answered from afar. (PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!)
Before we went to sleep, Bran and I watched a documentary called Dope Sick Love. I was sure that I was going to have nightmares about letting old gay men pay to fellate me so that I could buy something to shoot into my arm with a bent-needled syringe that I picked up from the floor of a public restroom. I was sure of it.
My mom bought us (Christmas present) a new mustang solo seat with a removable passenger pillion for the motorcycle. I'm dying to go for a ride, but the battery is dead like Elvis and only H-D would make a simple battery removeable so f'ing difficult.
I felt great yesterday evening and had planned on going back to work today until Mason started horking last night. I woke up this morning at 5:20 and Bran said she felt like she was going to hork too, so I called in again today to stay home and help out.
We all know that Hollywood ran out of ideas over a decade ago, but get serious....f'ing Knight Rider....AGAIN? Doesn't anyone remember how bad that show was the first time? IT'S FROM THE 80'S SO PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT! (What about the awful attempts at a KITT revival that were tried in the 90's?!?!?) I SAID PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!!! TRANFORMERS, GI JOE, NINJA TURTLES...WE'RE PANDERING TO A MARKET OF CONSUMERS RAISED ON THIS SHIT! Stop typing in all-caps. OKAY.
So I thought to myself, "what next...the f'ing A-Team?" And IMDB answered from afar. (PEOPLE ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!)
Before we went to sleep, Bran and I watched a documentary called Dope Sick Love. I was sure that I was going to have nightmares about letting old gay men pay to fellate me so that I could buy something to shoot into my arm with a bent-needled syringe that I picked up from the floor of a public restroom. I was sure of it.
My mom bought us (Christmas present) a new mustang solo seat with a removable passenger pillion for the motorcycle. I'm dying to go for a ride, but the battery is dead like Elvis and only H-D would make a simple battery removeable so f'ing difficult.
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Date: 2007-12-13 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-13 04:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-13 03:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-13 07:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-13 06:18 pm (UTC)AND THE A-TEAM????
*hides under desk in horror*
And, note to self: Don't need to watch Dope Sick Love.
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Date: 2007-12-13 07:35 pm (UTC)Don't watch Dope Sick Love if you at all get the squeems. I fast-forwarded through a lot of needle-work.