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Funny how life can sometimes throw you a literal wake-up call once in a while. To make a long background story short, Jar Jar has a step-father who treats him like shit and that's that. And tonight, I saw it happen first hand. Jar Jar's truck battery was dead, which I hear is a chronic problem due to a possibly bad charger, and the step-father was a real jack-ass about having to give him a jump. Granted, yes, Jar Jar isn't the brightest star in the sky and he should know what happens when you haven't started your car since Thursday, but here's the step-father's tirade:
"I told you how you're supposed to do this. All you do is sleep all day. You gotta be more responsible. You lucky it happened at home. What if you was on the road or something? You going bother me at three in the morning? You gotta take life more seriously."
And there were those magic words: You gotta take life more seriously. Nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing makes me wanna spend the day watching DVDs and playing Dreamcast games in my Calvin Kleins while drinking beer more than those six magic words.
I don't mean to preach, but I swear, am I wrong in thinking that taking life more seriously is the exact opposite thing the world needs right now? Really, this is one of those moments like when young Bruce Wayne fell down the hole and got scared by the giant bat before realizing that with a little vacuuming and a U-haul truck, he might actually be able to make a super-hero hideout under his mansion.
It comes down to this, I guess. For a little while, I was really concerned that I wasn't an Adult and I wasted too much of my time slacking. But when I heard those six magic words, I realized that I should do exactly what I wanna do. Write a few sentences and try to make people have a less serious day. And if I seem to have a little more free time than the rest of the island, so be it.
Thank God this job is temporary. I went to Roy's looking like a complete scrub because I refused to wear slacks and a nice shirt on a Saturday.
I initially was a little bored by Hannibal but then after the whole world started pissing on it, I realized that it might be a better movie than I thought. Don't be one of those people that bash big sequels like The Phantom Menace just to prove some kinda anti-mainstream point. You know you wanna see Hannibal so just go and take it for what it is, a cute serial killer movie. There is a really good moment that's worth the price of admission: Clarice Starling makes a phone call and unexpectedly, Lecter answers. That sequence had excellent timing.
