This will be a wack post because the special place in my brain that does good posts is currently being occupied by stress.
Friday, I watched a nightmare of a film Even Dwarfs Started Small, by Werner Herzog. In fact, I watched it a few times over the course of the weekend just to wrap my head around it. Check out this clip from the movie.The best I could figure out was that the little people take over this asylum and chaos ensues. I could not have come up with a better plot line than that.
My weekend consisted of eating food that was bad for me, hanging out at a good friends house watching the NBA playoffs (go Jazz), checking out my friend's many auto projects, trying to eat popcorn while my friend's cat sticks his ass in my face, and coming up with as many distractions as possible to keep my mind off of negative things. It wasn't half bad. That's all I got.
Have you had enough of weird German black and white art house film clips? 'Cause I've got one more for you.I hope your boss catches you watching this stuff. They'll make you take a drug test for sure--and if you are your own boss, make sure you are drunk. I hear it makes the day go by faster.
Earl...
11 years ago
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Spending the weekend with friends watching movies and getting some pussy shoved in yer face...Not a bad way to pass the time.
Good advice about drinking.It doesn't actually make the day go by faster, but you could care less about all the shit that happens around you.
I hope you enjoyed that food!
Fuck, I knew George Lucas was an unoriginal bastard with that Return of the Jedi movie.
"Spending the weekend with friends watching movies and getting some pussy shoved in yer face...Not a bad way to pass the time"... you know? I was trying to come up with a clever way to say this without saying it... but having been soundly beaten to it by NYD, um, yeah, I've got nothing. What kinda not-good-for-you food are we talking here? Do you have Arby's out there? I'd give my eye-teeth for a box of sandwiches from Arby's right now.
Keep thinking good things, Kid.
Oooooh, or like, potato skins loaded with bacon and cheese.
And buffalo wings!
Maybe pizza.
Possibly beer.
Shit.
PMS is a pain in the ass, you know it? Well... if you find yourself on the east coast and need someone to indulge in horrible-for-you-food, you know how to reach me.
NYD~ You make my life sound rather exciting.
Kels~ I did. It would have been nicer if I had a female companion and not my brother. But with my brother, manners aren't required.
Egan~ HAHA! Funny you mentioned that, because that was the first thing I thought during this part of the film.
Karyn~ I had steak fajitas on Friday. On Saturday, I had a huge Italian sandwich "The Caputo" and a cannoli, then later pizza and copious amounts of Mountain Dew. Arby's is plentiful here. If I find myself on the East coast, then, you will be getting a call from one hungry grunt. Think you can handle that?
I forgot what I was going to say, I got all sidetracked by your pizza/fajita/cannoli talk.
You betcha. Bring it on! ;-)
Seriously man, I wonder how this ever became a movie. Since it did though, Mr. Lucas had to use it for a movie of his. I did have a good laugh watching, thanks for sharing.
Julie~ I want my Epitaph to read: "Died while eating a cannoli."
Karyn~ Very nice.
Nancy~ No problemo. Welcome to my blog!
You should start a daily project, wich is to use cloravouyence to try to to see angels in magnetic stasis prisons that are in a distant galaxy. Mentally tune into the spirit in a cage and when you think you have seen it start a quality chant or prayer for the friend in outer space. Visit the trapped angels and try to relate to the intense unholy rage of the hostile aliens with the telepathy that now exist within you. So pick a Galaxy and SEE several trapped spirit angels at the site.
Scott H Florance~ I might as well try that. I've got nothing to lose.
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