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I Guess He Gets Asked That A lot
October 14, 2003
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Soooo... pancakes. No, not really, this has nothing to do with pancakes, I just wanted to say something unique. Achem. Yeah.
Wheeeeee Super Smash Bros. Melee. I here feel compelled to give a shout-out to my new buddy - and the GM for the Paranoia game I'm involved in - Spam, and also his friend Courtney (I hope I spelled that right, dude... sorry if it isn't ::sheepish look::) who let Josiah and I kick some ass at that particular game last night. Wheeee! Funness. I actually didn't do too shabbily, for not really knowing what any of the buttons did, or the layout of the controller, or whatever. Not only is Samus Aran a fantabulous character to begin with, she's great to play in that situation, I tell you what. Boy howdy. But yeah: it was fun, and nifty, and a good time was had by all. Yaaaaay!
So Josiah and I saw Comedy Central's movie Windy City Heat on Sunday night. First, the premise: this guy thinks they're making an actual movie, when in reality it's an elaborate hoax where everyone's in on it but him. I'm honestly mixed about it. Well, sure it was funny, and it's so pathetic that this guy can't figure out this is all fake, and he's such a moron and a slimy dickhead that you don't mind seeing him go through all this shit, and so on. But really, having to put up with two hours of this guy thinking he's the star of this horribly retarded fake movie - that they chose HIM over stars like Carson Daly and Harrison Ford - will "put you off your feed," so to speak, for a damn long time. Bleah. I hate "reality TV" and all the hideousness of human nature that it reveals to a public hungry for blood and tears, but this isn't that, not so much. The guy is an asshole, honestly and truly, and really, at the end of the day, it's not even so much of putting the dude through the wringer as it is making him feel preposterously good about himself... even if they sat him down and told him it was all fake, I think he'd still feel enormously happy about the whole thing. And oddly, that fact makes me feel bad... almost like I wish they'd tortured him more. And that scares me... kinda. I don't know. I'll let you all see it - or not - and decide for yourselves. At least you've been warned.
Hell's bells. All of the ten-hour-long megafests of the Lord of the Rings - where all three movies are shown back-to-back - across the nation were sold out within the couple hours they went on sale. Can you believe that? ::sigh:: So much for having THAT as my birthday present. ...No, I really didn't have anything to say other than that, I just felt entitled to some public moping and whining. Ta-DAAAAH! ::wink::
Well, I should run, but I'm still waiting on suggestions for Halloween costumes for myself (and maybe even Web Guy Josiah... heh-heh...), but be well, folks. Wouldn't want to miss out on caaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddddyyy niiiiiiiiiiiiight ::wiggles fingers in a supposedly spooky fashion:: Okay, that was lame. Sorry. See you later.
My Own Favorite Monster,
Annie "Blue" C
No one was saved
- The Beatles
"Eleanor Rigby"
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