October 2003 Archives

Procrastination is a beautiful thing

See, I should be writing a 7 min speech on poison ivy right now. I should probably also be practicing for any number of performances this weekend.

Unfortunately, I just did something mildly productive. I took my car to the shop to see if radiator fluid might be leaking out of the head gaskets. It didn't take but 20 minutes all told, but was productive nonetheless. What that means, of course, is that I cannot be productive now. For some reason, after doing something that I've been putting off for a while, I have no desire to do anything else. After all, I earned my right to slack off for the day, did I not? Heck, I've gone weeks without being as productive as I was in that space of 20 min. (Ok, so technically I was in a coma, but that doesn't mean I can't still use it in my argument.)

Ok, I'll indulge you. How was it that I was in a coma for 6 days? (Fine, so that may not be weeks, but I'm allowed to indulge a bit, no?) Well, I hope you appreciate this, because not everyone knows this about me. I was about 8 years old, and my dad had to make a quick run to the store to pick up some dinner items. Being only 8 and therefore still idolizing my father, I jumped at the chance to go with him. Oh, it was January 16, if you must know, and it had snowed that day. So we were on the way to the store, which was about a 10 minute drive from our house or so. We get there fine, and pick out what was on the list in fairly short order. (C'mon, two guys, did you honestly think we'd be in and out of a grocery store.) Now I need to describe the journey back.

The last few minutes of the drive back to the house are on a two lane road that is pretty much up hill all the way. (Not steep, per se, but just a nice long hill.) At the bottom of this hill was a turn into a bridge, and then a turn out of it. As my dad and I were coming back and approaching the bridge, a truck was coming the other way. Not a semi or anything of that nature, but it was one of those Ford F250 mothers, so it wasn't exactly an even match for our little two-door ford. He made the turn onto the bridge just fine, but as is typical with bridges, there were some icy patches. He lost control and struck the back end of our car, causing the passenger side (read: my side) to crash into the concrete edge/guard rail part of the bridge. All told I had several bones broken: collar bone, pelvis, and 4 ribs. I'm told that one of the ribs punctured my lung, thankfully not too severely. I did however lose a significant amount of blood before getting to the hospital. I did not wake up from that experience until Jan. 21.

I actually have no recollection of the event. I can vaguely remember playing with some G.I. Joes in the front seat and then hearing the large crash of the truck slamming into our back end, but nothing after that.

Well, that wasn't actually my intended topic for today, but now you know a bit more about your humble author.

No, my intended topic for the day was Elizabeth Smart, but I think I will just throw that under the Thought for the Day heading.

Google's Walking Stick

Horror Movies Speedos - I'm not really sure how to interpret this one. The first to words are pretty common, and make sense when used together, but that third one is an enigma. Is there a horror movie featuring guys in speedos that I'm unaware of? Apparently the searcher couldn't think of the name of the movie either. Or maybe this person is looking to purchase some skimpy bathing apparel, and naturally what's to draw even further attention to himself by proudly advertising his favorite horror movie. Either way, I can't help ya, dude or dudette. What is really weird, though, is that I was #3 in this search. Um...yeah.

Thought for the Day

So Elizabeth Smart was apparently interviewed by Katie "I stopped doing any real journalism a long, long time ago" Couric. Oh, and there will be a made-for-TV-movie about the kidnapping airing later on.

I just have one question: Why?

What was so special about this kid? To quote this website, "According to NISMART-2 research, which studied the year 1999, an estimated 797,500 children were reported missing; 58,200 children were abducted by nonfamily members; 115 children were the victims of the most serious, long-term nonfamily abductions called "stereotypical kidnappings"; and 203,900 children were the victims of family abductions."

Remember when Liz went missing. It was a media frenzy. You couldn't turn on a TV without hearing about it.

But why this kid? Her daddy was well off, and was nice to homeless people, but he wasn't anyone in particular. What makes her stand out for the 58,200 abductions, or even the 115 serious, long-term abductions? Anyone?

I'm not saying her situation wasn't both bizarre and tragic. I cannot fathom what it must have been like for that family. But, damnit, their pain isn't any more real than the thousands of people affected every year by child abductions, so why on earth did we get to hear about her?

Ok, I'm done.

P.S.
The whole comma thing was totally fabricated. I've never even broken a bone. Completely making up a story seemed more fun than ranting about the "news." Plus, I'm low on good blogging material as of late (in case you couldn't tell), so I figured, what the heck, I'll just make up something that's pretty cool. Sorry if you fell for that hook, line, and sinker. :)

Happy Mole Day!

(You may not know what it is, but that doesn't mean you can't have a celebratory drink to mark the occasion.)

And I'm a napaholic

What has it been, a week again. Geez, I need to get on the ball with this blog thing.

So I was (am still) messing around this afternoon, procrastinating like it's nobody's business. I shouldn't be procrastinating, though. Here is a brief look at my weekend:

Friday:
I have to give an 'informative' speech for my, um, speech class. I've decided to dedicate this speech to that which as plagued me for almost four weeks now, poison ivy. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I think I may have picked up a little bit more on a more recent hiking adventure (see the post directly below). Of course, this is what have been procrastinating most. I mean, c'mon. I'm a senior. I have one more semester to go. I'm getting geared up for grad school auditions and an hour recital. Who really honestly cares about some silly little speech class?
Oh, but that is just the beginning folks. That class gets done at 12:30. At 1:30 I'll be performing two pieces for our school's New Music Festival. Good times.
Later on that day at 3:00 I have a master class with our guest composer.
At 8:00 I am required to attend a vocal recital. Gag me with a stick. Ok, maybe that's a little harsh, it's just that I really don't want to go to this recital. Or most any vocal recitals for that matter. They simply bore me to no end. For the most part. What really has me upset, though, is that now I'm going to be late to this party I'm going to with my girlfriend. Thank you dork-on for scheduling a recital at 8:00 on a FRIDAY NIGHT!
Saturday:
Actually, Saturday isn't looking too bad. I just have a couple of meetings to attend and practice my butt off.
Sunday:
Ah, the fun continues. Church in the morning, as usual. Then a piano recital to attend at 2:30. Then a composition recital at 5:00. For this recital I will be playing three different pieces. Then of course the slew of meetings I have every Sunday from 7:00-9:30(ish).
Monday:
Yes, of course I realize that most people don't count Monday as part of the weekend, and neither do I, normally. But, I felt I ought to mention that I have the preliminaries for a concerto competition that evening. All told, I have a bit over a half an hour of music to perform this weekend, which isn't too big a deal. Or at least it wouldn't be if I wasn't trying to gear up for my own hour long recital, for which I have a prelim on November 12.

Phew.

Moving on.

On a different note, I am a napaholic. This last weekend was truly pathetic. For one thing, my girlfriend went home to donate most of her hair to locks of love. Now logic would dictate that having extra free time, I would be inclined to be more productive. Not so. Indeed, during the week I work pretty steadily during the day to make sure I have some time to spend with my girlfriend in the evening. This weekend, however, she was gone. So, what did I do? Nap. A lot. I took about a three hour nap on Friday. At least an hours worth on Saturday. And probably one or two quick ones on Sunday. It was pathetic. I was also almost totally unproductive. That is not to say that I didn't have some fun. On Saturday night some friends and I went out to see Runaway Jury and then went to a nice restaurant bar afterwards. Mmm...microbrewed amber ale...

Um, so I was talking about naps. Or getting to the point, hopefully. Yes, the point. This week I have had to take a nap every day. I say had because I tried yesterday to go without. Big mistake. I was useless until I got in a 20-30 min nap. It's official. I'm a napaholic. I need my 'fix' at least once a day. Surely there's a twelve-step program out there somewhere for me.

Google's Walking Stick

For those of you who may be new to this site, this is the part of the entry where I point out some of the more interesting *ahem* searches that make their way to this blog.

Eat Walking Stick - ok, first, if this person is referring to the bug, ew. Those things are pretty skinny man, I doubt you get the same succulent juices as in, say, a cockroach. Second, if this person is talking about an actual stick, I have no help to offer aside from: don't.

Sacrifice Walking Stick - alright, now we're rolling. So what sort of religion is out there that would require the sacrifice of one walking stick? Bow before Mephiboseth, Lord of the Praying Mantis! Can't you just picture the scene? A bunch of guys, wearing animal skins and body/face paint dancing around the fire to the tune of primal drumming. Of course, the fire is really tiny, as is the insect being sacrificed.

Italian Secretaries Kissing - sorry to disappoint, that's all I have to say.

Using Sex for Album Sales - man, that's got to be rough. Seriously, at the least you're probably shooting for a few thousand albums to be sold. If you're lucky, a few million. Man, you'd get tired really fast trying to get that many albums sold. (Oh sure, I realize that they probably meant "Using Sex Appeal," but the didn't, did they?)

Wheelchair Sex - First of all, this depends on why the person is in the wheelchair in the first place. If they are paralyzed from the waist down, then this we be an excellent lesson in futility. If, on the otherhand, there is still some feeling down there, um, I can't help you.

Thought for the week

It'll get back to day here soon. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. No wait, scratch that, I don't hope to die anytime soon. I mean, I like you guys and gals, but not quite that much.

For those of you thinking about having (more) children at some point in your life, here's some advice:

Don't have them go by their middle name.

Oh sure, there'll be some nice logical explanation for why you want to. Say you want to make the kid a junior, but the parental unit hates his/her middle name (are there any girl jr's?) So naturally, they decide to stick with the same first name and change the middle one. Then the next thing you know they decide to call the kid by his middle name. Yeah, great idea.

Not.

Everything, and I mean everything that is remotely official will have that first name all over it. At best, this poor kid will be able to mark in his middle initial. That's just dandy. Oh, and nevermind if said child has to explain to someone that the check was made out to Andy, even though Richard is on the account. Or that his ID says Richard although the package to be picked up clearly says Andy.

But look on the bright side: They'll never, ever be bitter about it.

A better man than I would apologize for that statement

Hi there folks. Well it seems that for the past week and a half or so, I have been unable to upload my posts.

What do you mean you don't buy that story?

Guys, I really don't have too fabulous of an excuse for my recent hiatus. I have been extraordinarily busy, but there's probably still an hour or so in my day to give you folks a nice, witty, and humorous blog entry. You see, I have a prelim in exactly four weeks. What is a prelim, you ask? Well, let me back track a little bit. I'm giving my Senior Recital (knock on wood) on December 6. As a performance major, this means that I have an hour long program that I'll be performing. On November 12, though, I will have a prelim, which is where I play my entire program for the piano faculty and they decide if I get to have a recital or not. This is, needless to say, even more pressure-packed than the actual recital. Thus, I have been practicing like a fiend. Today: 5 1/2 hours. Ick. (Oh sure, I realize that there probably is some little twelve year old Asian kid who spends a minimum of eight hours practicing a day out there laughing at me, but...um...pshah.)

Then let's add in the fact that I have a girlfriend now, which I didn't at the beginning of the semester. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining in the least. In fact, she's probably the only thing between me and a psychotic episode involving a high-powered rifle and our clock tower. Not that that's ever happened before. Ever. Not even to another guy who looks like me, but had a different last name and lived in Wisconsin. Yeah, that didn't happen. Anyway, what it isn't good for is this blog. Spend a few hours this evening with my girlfriend...write a blog entry.

Sorry guys, let's just say that blogging has taken a bit of a back seat lately.

Hopefully, though, with this entry, I'll be able to return to a reasonable broadcast schedule. Now, I'm not expecting to return to a daily blog anytime soon, but at least a few entries a week would be good. After all, I have to keep my fan(s) happy.

So what's been going on for the last week+ you ask?

Sunday was a day of true adventure. The high in the upper 60's, sunny, a slight breeze. Sounds like a perfect day for hiking out at Thousand Hills State Park. Whoot! Of course, the last time I went hiking, I ended up being stalked by a mountain lion and getting a nasty poison ivy rash. So why not hike even further this time? That's right ladies and gentlemen, we (we being my girlfriend and I) decided to hike about 8-9 miles around the like instead of the paltry 5 miles of the last hike.

Alas, there were no great adventures to be had. We did however, come across a couple of snakes, as well as see some nice views. (In fact, since I've been gone for so long, I'll even upload all 59 pictures I took onto a website for your viewing pleasure. Just don't say I never did anything nice for ya.) Unfortunately, since this was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing, and we really hadn't trained to go hiking 9 miles along a rather difficult trail, I was quite sore the next day. It also didn't help that this time around we were smart and carried with us: two cameras, a tripod, blanket, granola bars, and a gallon of water. It was still good times, though. We managed to do the trail in just under 4 1/2 hrs, even with about a 20 min rest half-way through. The coolest part was being so far away from humanity. We were several miles away from the nearest person, which of course was one of the more scary aspects as well. Thankfully there were no broken legs or massive bleeding incidents on this adventure.

Oh, and I did manage to get a bit of a mild poison ivy rash. Unfortunately the last had still not gone away by this point, so come this Friday I'll have dealt with this sh...tuff for four weeks. Although, truth be told, it really doesn't bother me too much. It's the 4-5 mosquito bites that are really irritating.

What else has transpired in this last week? Ah yes, I took a couple of different standardized tests. The first was the MFT and the second the GRE. The really intelligent part about it was that I scheduled these two multi-hour tests on consecutive days. I hadn't planned on doing that, it just sort of happened that way. There were a couple of sick things about this barrage of testing.

First, I actually enjoyed the MFT. I admit it, I'm a nerd. This test (in case you didn't click the link and investigate yourself) is all about music, at least the one I took, that is. I definitely wouldn't have been fun if I had to suddenly take the history test after majoring in music. Anyway, the score didn't really matter for much of anything, I just had to take it to fulfill some silly graduate requirement. So, without any pressure to do well, I could relax and see how much about music I really knew. It was fun. And I'm a dork.

Second, we there were cameras on each person who was taking the GRE. Now, that isn't necessarily sick in and of itself, it just means that there is a tape somewhere of me picking my nose. Oh sure, I have absolutely no recollection of picking my nose, but in the heat of the moment, while I was pondering what on earth the word antidisestablishmentarianism meant (that wasn't actually on the test, but I can't put what word it was because I am legally bound to not talk about it), I probably, without thinking, ended up picking my nose. What's more unfortunate is that I do recall the silly monkey dance I did after finding out my score. Thankfully the guy let me buy the tape for $30. Otherwise it would probably be on the internet right now...or is it?

Third, the vocabulary on the GRE is freakin' ridiculous. I am a pretty intelligent human being, and I enjoy reading when I get the chance. Heck my favorite book is over 1200 pages long. That has to count for something, right? I even have several semesters of latin under my belt. It may be a dead language, but it makes up a good chunk of the English language. Even with all these factors working in my favor, I still saw words that were completely foreign. (Not as in a foreign language, just foreign to me.) I couldn't figure out the definition, connotation, or even etymological root. Seriously, throw me a freakin' bone here.

Ok, that's about enough of that I think. No need to go off on another rant this evening. At least the Yankees might still lose tomorrow. Riiiiiiiight. That would just be too good.

I actually have a few other thoughts that are somewhat less relevant to my last week, but in case I can't come up with material for this weekend, I'll have something to throw at ya.

Google's Walking Stick

Platypus bite marks - I'm not really sure how my little blog showed up in this search, but I'll run with it. The thing is that platypi wouldn't bite you so much as sting you with their venomous spurs. But no worries, mate. According to this site, "The excruciatingly painful poison produced by platypi may be the key to new treatments for chronic pain." Does this make sense to anyone?

Turkey Head Walking Stick - What on earth is that guy looking for? Some sort of a mutant cross between a turkey and an insect? Or even worse, this guy needs some sort of a walking aid, and nothing would be better, in his opinion, than to have his hand gripping a turkey head for support. Ew.

Thought for the Day...er...Week

Well, the Cubs have done it again. Granted, they held out much longer this season than most, but still pulled their usual kick-butt-at-the-beginning-of-the-season-only-to-blow-it-later-on trend. My guess is that the Yankees' owner bet the Cubs that they would make it to the world series. Well, at least the Yankees lost a bet. Doesn't look like they'll be losing much else anytime soon.

I'm a fan

For lack of something truly exciting or even pretty darn awesome to talk about, I'm going to talk about my favorite food in the world...

Popcorn.

Apparently, I have quite a liking for popcorn. On a usual evening I will consume one full bag of Act II-Natural Microwave Popcorn (which, this popcorn expert thinks is the best). I've only recently come to accept the fact that this is abnormal. The fact that one bag = "about 3" servings should have been a tip-off.

But this habitual popcorn eating is genetic. I'm convinced of it. My Dad is a popcorn fanatic. His eldest daughter and her children - all popcorn fanatics. Even my siblings who themselves do not have as an extreme addiction, could probably easily put away most if not all of one bag of popcorn. Hence, it is genetic. I couldn't possibly have anything to do with the fact that we were practically raised on the stuff, could it?

So, I have a popcorn addiction, and I'm proud of it. Granted, I end up getting 45% of my total fat, and 30% of my saturated fat and sodium in one sitting, but really, does any trust the these government numbers? I didn't think so.

On a separate note, let's talk about my favorite candy - sour skittles.

Now, this was a recent development. My favorite candy used to my shock tarts. I loved those things. There was one summer in high school were I think I had a package at least everyday. It was pretty sad, in retrospect, but man I loved those things. Now I'm sure you're thinking, "Why Andy are you using the past tense?"

Well, the up and changed the flavors on me, and they suck. Bad. I was most upset when I discovered the change. I had one package of normal shock tarts left, and I almost couldn't bear to eat them. There, in my room, the last remaining decent candy in the universe. How do you eat something like that?

Two at a time, with five in the last bite.

I had it all worked out well before.

Um...right. So, sour skittles are my favorite, which is actual an accomplishment for the Mars candy company, because I was predisposed not to like them. No, my hasty judgment had nothing to do with the fact that my cousin once ate a whole pound of skittles in one sitting, proceed to vomit, causing the house to smell of regurgitated skittles for a week. Seriously, I was able to get over that. No, it was the principle of the matter. See, I think it is ridiculous that these candy companies try to 'innovate.' Do you like oreos? Try our halloween colored ones (ew). Do you like starburst? How 'bout some horrible "tropical" flavors. I was a bit of a candy purist, and had moderately strong convictions on the subject.

Not quite strong enough to not try something new, though (double-negative, trust me, I know).

So I tried the sour skittles. Mmmmmmm. I'm a fan. Wonderful combination of sweet and sour. And I mean sour. You want a good pucker face complete with limb wailing and broken household items? Of course, why do I even ask?

Well, all you need to do is pour out the pure soury-sugary substance that's left over in the bottom of the package out into your hand, and then eat it. Man, that's some good stuff. Saves me $50 when I don't have to go for the extra crack hit to get me through the day.

Man, I have absolutely no idea what sort of street value one hit of crack would cost, or even how much substance that would be. My life is pretty lame.

Thought for the Day

It is in everyone's best interest for the Cubs and Red Sox to be in the World Series. Can you imagine the renewed interest in baseball? What a Series that would be! All these strikes and general ickiness that has hung over pro baseball for several years now could be wiped clean if only these two teams make it into the World Series (American's have poor memories). Ok, so maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it would still be wicked awesome.

Hey, if can get away with it, why can't I?

Now, if I possessed a great deal of creativity (which I don't) or if I was truly dedicated to this blog-thingy (which clearly I am not) then I would produce for you the Top Five Signs you Need More Sleep

Oh, what the heck, let's do it anyway.

#5 - You get bitch-slapped by someone because you can't stop yawning while they talk.
#4 - You bitch-slap yourself just to stay awake while driving/eating/talking/napping
#3 - You find you can't remember large how you spent large portions of your day (may also be a sign of forgetfulness)
#2 - You suddenly find yourself without pants on
#1 - You fall asleep at your desk, head resting on the doo-hickey that helps your wrists while you type, you wake up an hour and a half later, with a headache, nausea, and a big red mark on your forehead from where you slept on the doo-hickey causing people to look at you funny when you go out in public, but you don't notice because your only thoughts consist of "I'm not going to vomit, I'm not going to vomit..."

I'll let you guess which one happened to me. (No, it's not #2. Geez, that happens to a guy one time and they never let you live it down.)

I couldn't believe how sick I felt when I woke up. I must have woken up dead smack in the middle of a REM cycle or something. I dunno, but man, I don't want to do that again.

Hmmm...this is usually the point where I'd launch into a rant about napping and how you think it's going to be awesome, but ends up sucking a whole lot more, but I already did.

I'm kind of at a loss for material at the moment, so I think I'm going to go shower, and then come back. Hey, it works for some people.

Well, I'm back, and squeaky clean if I do say so myself. Unfortunately I did not allot enough time to both shower and finish this entry before I had to go to class. So, while it was difficult to maintain the inspiration derived from showering, I think I can remember a few things that sounded like good topics in my head (which inevitably means that you'll have a much different impression.)

First of all, I like to take really long showers. I find that I spent a lot of time just thinking about random things, and that showering offers a nice break from my otherwise busy day...of napping.

Unfortunately, there can be a few drawbacks to this habit. First, while I don't have to pay the water bill while I live on campus, eventually I will have to, and that could suck. Second, pruny fingers. Third, tardiness. I really need a waterproof clock or something to keep in the shower, because there have been several occasions where I just barely made it to class because I had taken too long a shower. Fourth, excessive washing. This actually happened yesterday. I'm pretty sure that I washed my hair about three times because I couldn't remember what I had and had not washed yet. So, just to be safe, I ended up lathering, rinsing, repeating, and then repeating again, all over the space of about 20 minutes or so. (-10 man points.)

Those are just a few thoughts. If the well of inspiration runs dry on me again, I'm sure I'll remember some other weird stuff I think of while showering.

In the meantime...

Thought for the Day

For those of you who find the Fox News Channel to be a disgrace to reporting, here's something interesting. Apparently Al Gore is trying to purchase his own cable news channel, which may then come into competition with Fox News. Hmm...a little bit of something for everyone. A station for those on the left to watch, agree with, and generally call "fair and balanced" despite obvious bias.

Actually, this could only be a good thing, and frankly I hope it leans solidly enough to the left to counteract Fox News. Now, lest I come done on one side of this issue, I'd like to say that I'm a fan of CNN, which I think both sides have claimed is biased against them. Now, why I think a station as far to the left as Fox is to the right is a good thing (of course, all that depends on what you call center.)

Everyone is biased. Period. Some people just disguise it better than others. Often times it's unintentional, simply an adjective choice, but it's always there. That's why it would be great to have a station over there on the left that boldly demonstrates its bias, because then I know where the commentators are coming from. The only thing I would suggest, though, is that if you watch this new station or Fox news, that you tune in to the other station just as much. I think that's the only real way to get "fair and balanced" news - to get it from two polar opposite biases.

Since this is far more serious than I ever get, here's a less-than-serious link.

But at least I still haven't seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Well folks, last night I saw Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Now I realize that I'm a bit late to the game with this one, but frankly, I don't care. You see, I have a very strong aversion to things that everyone discusses/likes/purchases/etc. So naturally I wanted nothing to do with the Harry Potter books or movies. I mean, really, how good could it possibly be? Wasn't this supposed to be children's literature?

But I saw the movie anyway. The good news is that my girlfriend also owns the second movie. Fantastic!

To be perfectly fair about it, though, my girlfriend was really cool about the situation. She's a big fan, but has seen the movie enough that my sarcastic comments/observations were just fine. If we got talking about something for a few minutes while the movie was playing, and missed an entire scene, it was no big deal. Actually, now that I think about it, I probably only really paid attention to maybe half of that movie, so technically I didn't really see it. Oh well. Close enough.

So what did I think of it? Um...are you a big fan?

Parts were entertaining, I'll admit. I especially enjoyed it when that fat kid got a complimentary pig's tail. That was cool. The snotty little know-it-all Hermione (I had to look it up) was a funny character. Frankly, though, there are so many other movies that are so much better that I don't understand what the obsession is. Of course, when I say this everyone, without fail, replies, "Well, the book is so much better."

And your point is...?

I was willing to spend 152 minutes of my life to see just what the heck everyone thought was so awesome, but there's no way in Hades I'm going to read a freakin' book. Gimme a break.

Now I imagine that you're still wondering how I've made it this far in life without having seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

To be perfectly honest (which would be a first for this blog), I'm not sure. I was home schooled until 6th grade (everyone suddenly thinks the same thing, "Boy, that explains a lot") so perhaps I missed the mandatory every-student-must-watch-and-enjoy-Willy-Wonka day at school. But now I avoid it intentionally. I plan on being the first person in the history of earth to have not seen the movie. (Of course I mean after the movie came out you pedantic snob.)

(Note to self: Insulting readers does not increase hits.)

Seriously, I think you could go out into the middle of the Congo, discover a tribe that has never had contact with the outside world, and those little kids would know Willy Wonka. That is, of course, why I have pledged my sacred honor never to see the movie. Frankly, and this is basically like the Harry Potter thing, I don't see what the big deal is. I have seen a few snippets, and my impression was that the movie was really annoying. And those oompa-loompa guys still give me nightmares.

Oh, and does anyone else think that title is more than a little sketchy? Seriously, this is the kind of stuff people expose their children too, no wonder everything is going down the toilet.

Thought for the Day

What was the deal with Titanic? The highest grossing movie of all time. Gag me with a chainsaw. I fell asleep during the movie, which means that I missed the two best parts (from what I'm told): The nudity and sinking ship. Apparently there's an awesome sequence where some guys falls way down and smacks a propeller or something. But no, I was sleeping. Damn.

Oh, and while I'm at it, I'll never understand the appeal of Grease or Rocky Horror Picture Show. Here's the loop...here's Andy way over here.

It's difficult being the only sane person you know.