:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 7.28.2004 ::

I've started keeping a list of things to write about here, since I don't get around to doing it much, then I forget the best stuff I have to write about and all that ends up is some tripe that no one wants to swallow anyway.  But now I got a list, so I will only be writing about the finest tripe you want to swallow.

Let's start with Sports.

Red Sox - Yankees:  Hell of a fight.  If you missed it, I'm sorry because you obviously live in a hole in the ground.  I only wish someone had taken that opportunity to 'accidently' smash Jeter's pretty little face in.

Lance Armstrong: Six in a row, what a champ.  I'd like to be really proud, provided two things. 1) W does not use him or his achievements as an American rallying cry.  2) He does not end up testing positive for illegal performance enhancing steroids.

Speaking of both the Red Sox and steroids - did anyone see John Kerry totally miss the point of an interviewer asking him about steroids at the Sox game sunday?  The announcer was being very light of the situation and John Kerry became very grave and serious and 'platform-ish.'  It really creeped me out.  But hey, look at that vibrance!  How can you not think that's great?

Now Movies.

The Last Man - terrible.  Every moment I spend writing about this is smoking cigarettes - time wasted off an otherwise valuable life.  And now you are getting my textual second-hand smoke as you continue to read this.  Stop.  I'm killing you, wasting your life reading about this horrid movie and what an utter utter drag it was.  Sometimes I think my List is trying to kill me.

Man on the Moon - much much better.  Much.  Doubtlessly restored my faith i n cinema after that other terrible movie I will never mention again.  It was great and I think I learned a lot.

And now Books.

I read Manchild in the Promised Land.  I don't know why.  I'm not even sure why, when, where, or how I came to own it.  I just do and I've been carrying it around for years, so I read it.  It was good.  Not phenominal, but certainly a book you judge more on subject matter and content than on prose or structure.  So it struck me like a Spike Lee movie.  Poingant and telling, but something I feel like I have suspected. 

And I'd like to extend a sincere and heartfelt apology to everyone I accused of stealing my Mike Lin Graphics book.  Aparently I loaned it to my sister.  I'm sure everyone can bury the hatchet on this and I really didn't mean to actually get the lye in your eyes - I swear, I just meant to get it on your shirt. 

To round off the List, Music.

I found a great record store today, full of great records and CD's.  It was great.  And as soon as I get a great paycheck I'll be ready to make some of those records mine.

Speaking of the List - at the end of the school year I copied a bunch of music from other people who had CD's that I wanted.  Actually, it was a shitload of music that I got and it wasn't all stuff I wanted, but more or less stuff I just felt I should have.  However, the brutal irony is that of the fifty albums I gained, only three were on my List.  And all three of those albums are missing tracks and are thus unusable for storing on my computer.  Oh woe is me for crumbling before the digital age.  I'm sure the RIAA will sleep well tonight.

A few other small notes.

You can never be cool if you are wearing your cell phone on a belt clip, unless you are a paramedic or an assassin.  It is not an accessory.  You would not wear your toaster around your neck or the remote control to your TV as a bracelet.  If you are wearing your cell phone on your belt and I see you I will laugh.  If you are wearing a cell phone on your belt while you are at work, I will laugh doubly hard because you know you aren't getting any calls on office time.  And if you are wearing a cell phone on your belt while you are at work and it rings during the vice presidents presentation and you fumble for a good thirty seconds to shut it off while he stops speaking and everyone looks at you, I will laugh doubly doubly hard because you are an ass.

I really miss my acting class.

"I'd rather have a rattlesnake on my nuts, with one fang in each testicle than spend one minute with you..."

:: Freddy F. at 10:30 PM [+] ::