I just received The Social Network from Netflix. Am I going to like this thing? What about Shutter Island? I’m thinking about watching both over the weekend. Is this a four-hour mistake, a two-hour mistake, or a pretty good idea? Provide me some guidance, won’t you?
FYI: I’ll never see The King’s Speech. I was mildly interested, until I found out it had something to do with stuttering. Instant disqualification… I don’t watch heartwarming movies about people overcoming ailments or mental defects. Same goes for films that feature dragons or magical dwarves in wizard hats. What “genre” of film earns an instant disqualification from you?
Today is my last day of work this week, and it’s been excruciating. For months I’ve been working sixty or more hours per week, and now I’m struggling with a puny little thirty hours. I can’t explain it, I can only report the facts. I’m about ready to start kicking in voice boxes.
Yesterday everything was fine, but today I need a haircut. I apparently crossed over some kind of threshold while I slept last night. I call it the Kotter Line, and I’m now north of it. A radical outpatient procedure at Super Cuts is in order. Outta my way people! The patient is fully Kaplanized!!
Over the weekend I want to work on my Twitter and Facebook pages. Facebook especially has been neglected, and I want to do a little weed-whacking and raking, and get things back in order over there. Twitter, too. I like both, but go through periods when I don’t. I want to be more consistent. Is that so wrong?
Speaking of Twitter, I just found out I have a “Klout score” of 37. Is that out of a hundred? Shit. It’s like high school, all over again. Does Mrs. Wagner run that site? Are they going to send a note to my parents? Screw it. I’m just going to go out, drink beer, and break something.
I have roughly a hundred, or possibly twenty, Smoking Fish photos saved to my desktop, which need to be added to the Big Swollen Gallery. Some of them are quite old. Remember the days when I kept up with these things, and posted them within a day or two? Yeah, those were fun times…
Yes, I’m repeatedly slugging myself in the genitalia today. Metaphorically speaking, of course. It happens from time to time, and it’s happening today. Norman Vincent Peale can ram it deep, and on a slant.
My parents gave me a Canon AE-1 camera when I graduated from high school a hundred years ago. I’m thinking about taking it to a camera shop and having it cleaned and checked-out. It’s in great shape, but I haven’t touched it since roughly 1995. Can a person still buy film at a regular store? Is it still in production? For some reason I like the idea of using that great old camera again.
Today I’ve been listening to some obscure records from the late ’70s/early ’80s. Like The Biggest Prize in Sport by 999, and Go For It by Stiff Little Fingers. They’re going down quite nicely, thank you very much.
Speaking of The King’s Speech and music, what are your favorite stuttering songs? I’m going to have to go with “My Sharona” by The Knack, and “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet” by Bachman-Turner Overdrive. What are your f-f-faves?
And how’s this for a big disjointed mess? I’ll see you guys next time, but probably not tomorrow.
Have a great cuppa two tree days!