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Ho hum, I gotta shitload of shit to do but I'm feeling procrastinashish right now. Let's just kill time for a bit shall we?
This weekend was pretty fun. Basically my whole Janet Jackson concert experience is on Spunker but here's a little something I didn't write about in the interests of saving space.
4:04 am Okaaaay... My computer crashed in the middle of that one so I took that as a sign from Bill Gates that I should get off my lazy ass and go lift heavy objects.
I swear... I'm growing fucking old already. Worked on chest and shoulders and even with creatine, my joints are fucking killing me. Damn kids in the gym are just lifting their seventeen year old brains out and I'm on the floor with my head between my knees. Hmm... Maybe quitting smoking wasn't such a bad idea. But my parents always instilled in me the ideal of not being a quitter. Oh the contradictions in this world...
Which reminds me. Hey Localboi!!! At the gym they were playing FM100 tonight and I heard this pretty cool song. I kept hearing Punani Patrol over and over again. Is that what the song was called? Who does it? Thanks.
Okay, back to Janet Jackson. So there we are in the nosebleed seats and to kill time, we're scanning all the lucky fucks on the field. We all notice that everyone's surrounding this one girl whose hair is dyed red and they're all asking her for autographs and pictures and stuff. (That I can't figure out. I mean, how'd they sneak in cameras with two foot lenses? Anyways...)
So we're all trying to figure out who the girl with the red hair is. My vote was Fiona Apple. Of course she looked nothing like Fiona Apple and I fucking hate that song "Criminal" already, but for some reason, I just felt like yelling, "Fiona Apple!" that night.
It was finally decided that the "celebrity" was Debbie Gibson. I mean, no one's seen her since a Republican was running the country so hey, that's probably what she looks like from far away now, right? I get lost, in your eyes...
Later, as we flipped through the two hundred dollar souvenier picture book, we realized that the red haired girl was one of Janet's dancers. Bummer. I mean, I was just excited to finally be able to participate in one of those "I Saw A Celebrity" conversations. "Yeah! I got to see Debbie Gibson! You know... Remember her? You don't? Well... Shit."
Actually I did see a celebrity in person before... (And since we live in Hawaii, Jack Lord and Tom Selleck don't fucking count!) When I was a kid, I saw Sylvester Stallone at Liberty House. He seemed real cool, back then, I guess. These two chicks asked for his autograph and he signed their shit then he kissed them both. Then again, they weren't ugly so maybe it wasn't a huge chore for him.
Super Bowl Sunday was kinda kick back. Basically it's all in Spunker too. Although I did learn something while watching that game. Whenever I'm having a really bad day, to make myself feel better, I'm gonna pretend that I'm the quarterback of the Atlanta Falcons.
Just to be difficult, I was kinda routing for the Falcons but I kinda had to give in to Bronco-mania for a sec. Those Bronco helmets the fans were wearing looked pretty funky too.
As soon as I can find the time, I'm gonna play the Falcons on NFL Blitz and now since I finally picked up a memory pack for the Nintendo, maybe I'LL get them that trophy.
Well it certainly seems that my transformation into a vampire is almost complete. I woke up at 6:30 pm tonight. Then I'm indoors by sunrise. How the fuck am I ever gonna get one of those cool downtown/aloha shirt jobs with this sleep schedule?! Maybe I should've made that my New Year's resolution instead of that stupid quit smoking one.
Oh shit. Speaking of waking up in the morning, jury duty called me again. Fuck You! Don't they have anything better to do with their fucking time? Now D-Day is February 23. I could just shit.
In an utterly bizarre coincidence, I ran into Ellen Degeneres' mother tonight at Barnes And Noble. It just so happened that the time I got drafted to that six week trial, she was in the jury pool with me. That was sheer torture. You see, Ellen's mother is one of those psycho religious people. The really psycho ones that just flit from one organized loony bin to another. I believe she was in this obscure subset of Buddhism, then at the same time she was joining all these other 12 step motivation courses and blah blah blah. I wouldn't be surprised if she has the complete works of L. Ron Hubbard on her nightstand.
Not that I'm knocking organized religion, but it just kinda embarasses and creeps me out when during lunch, you close your eyes and concentrate really hard on blessing your food or whatever that meal-prayer is called.
As usual each year, the Super Bowl always brings in some first look commercials for some cool ass movies. It seems there were a few pretty keen ones.
The Corruptor: Shit. Anything with Chow Yun Fat kicks butt, even if it sucks. And I still can't get over the fact that it's suddenly okay to be Marky Mark. The shit I heard about this movie ranged from kick ass to suck shit. Still, I hear there's a pretty cool shoot out and a pretty mean car chase. And like Ronin, bystanders just get full on killed. Keen.
The Matrix: I've been hearing some interesting things about this sci-fi/virtual reality kinda movie even though it has Keanu Reeves. Then again, I kinda liked Johnny Pneumonia. Anyway I heard it has cool special effects and Keanu spends a lot of the time shooting two guns, which is always nice to have in a movie.
The Mummy: Actually I missed this preview. I heard that the movie's really cool though and I've seen a lot of neato pictures on the Internet. Supposed to be real Raiders Of The Lost Ark-ish. Tell me how it was if you saw it.
Wild Wild West: This one's pretty cool too. Giant robotic spiders are always nice to have around as well as Salma Hayek. I also heard that the bad guy, Kenneth Branagh, is a cripple in a wheelchair, except that the lower half of his body is all robotic and it's connected to the wheelchair and the wheelchair's all gadget-ed like Professor X. Cool huh?
I already saw the previews for the rest of the movies except that Clint Eastwood one True Crimes. I mean, I'll probably see it, but I ain't exactly shitting in my pants waiting for it. It's that Sean Connery one Entrapment that left me with a brown spot in my shorts.
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