Monday, June 29, 2009

Movie Monday #2

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Do you like reading? You must, to some extent, because you are reading right now if you did not realize. This rambling is due to my viewing of The Reader this past week. Most of the time when I read, it is to myself and before bed. When the young version of Ralph Fiennes reads aloud in the movie, he gets laid by Kate Winslet. Take note that it is not Ralph Fiennes, but his younger self, who is in middle or high school, I am not sure because it was Germany and I was tired. So tired that I feel asleep half way through this movie, but I am pretty sure it was going to get good.

Almost as good as the leftover spaghetti frittata that I had for dinner this evening. Andrea pulled it from an Italian cookbook, one with pages, and the internet is proving to be too much effort to find a proper recipe, but this one looks decent.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tracking Teen Trends

Just in case you cared....



Monday, June 22, 2009

Movie Monday

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I figure if some of the posts become theme posts, then there could be some structure. So, I introduce Movie Monday....I write this while eating an ice cream sandwich with Predator 2 on the boob tube. Danny Glover as lieutenant Harrigan, kicking ass in a super baggy suit and packing what looks to be a modified Desert Eagle. This movie was made in 1990, but is supposed to take place in 1997. I love not so distant future movies. That is besides the point, when was the last time you had an o.g. ice cream sandwich? Cannot remember, can you? Well, they are delicious and you are jealous. Thanks Andy. Back to the theme.

I watched two movies last week. Gran Torino and Friday the 13th. They both were On Demand and there is no rhyme or reason to the type of movies I watch and therefore write about. This new Monday theme will not be relegated to new releases, sometimes they might be though, because a couple weeks ago I saw Drag Me to Hell and it was awesome, you should see it if you like that kind of flick......Back to Gran Torino, I like Clint Eastwood. Dude is cool, always has been. Now he is grandpa cool, but also a bitter racist. I read things like his character was supposed to be on the Dirty Harry tip, and I can see that, but this dude's character name is Walt Kowalski and he is a widowed war veteran. I only thought of Walt Disney while typing this, and prior to that thought the name Walt in the movie to be badass. He drinks PBR, smokes even though he is sick and calls his young neighbor a pussy for not talking to a girl he likes.

I mentioned he is a racist right? I don't want to say anymore except watch the movie and decide for yourself if you think the racism in the movie is funny because it aligns with your values or that because it is so over the top and you feel like since you are not racist then it is making a point. Or its not. Regardless, good flick and not slow and boring like I thought it was going to be for some reason.

Friday the 13th.
Bunch of actors from or could have been from the WB. The usual formula of teens(played by people in their mid to late twenties), alcohol, a couple boobies and death by machete. No suspense, not scurry at all. Not anything like this final fight scene between Danny Glover and the Predator where Glover uses the Predator's own flying disc/saw weapon to win the battle.

Friday, June 19, 2009

14,000 Texts

NEW YORK – The nation's newest texting champion has a message for parents across the land — although they might not want to hear it.

"Let your kid text during dinner! Let your kid text during school! It pays off," 15-year-old Kate Moore said Tuesday after winning the LG U.S. National Texting Championship.

After all, she said: "Your kid could win money and publicity and a phone."

For the Des Moines, Iowa, teenager, her 14,000 texts-per-month habit reaped its own rewards, landing her the competition prize of $50,000 just eight months after she got her first cell phone.

Moore, with a speedy and accurate performance, beat out 20 other finalists from around the country over two days of challenges such as texting blindfolded and texting while maneuvering through a moving obstacle course.

In the final showdown, she outtexted 14-year-old Morgan Dynda, of Savannah, Ga. Both girls had to text three lengthy phrases without making any mistakes on the required abbreviations, capitalization or punctuation. Moore squeaked through by a few seconds on the tiebreaking text, getting the best two out of three. As she anxiously waited for confirmation of her win, tears streamed down her face.

The teen dismisses the idea that she focuses too much on virtual communications, saying that while she has sometimes had her phone taken away from her in school, she keeps good grades, performs in school plays and socializes with friends — in person — on the weekends.

In between, she finds time to send about 400 to 470 texts a day. Among her uses of the text messages? Studying for exams with friends, which she says is better done by text because she can look back at the messages to review.

The finalists, all 22 or younger, were among 250,000 people who tried to get spots in the competition. Some won their spots at the Manhattan finals by being the fastest people to text responses to televised ads.

It's the third year for the texting competition, sponsored by LG Electronics Inc.'s mobile-phones division. But it's the first time that it was held at a flashy sound stage with an illuminated platform and surrounded by TV cameras. LG, based in Seoul, South Korea, is considering using the footage in a televised special of some kind.

Twenty-year-old Jackie Boyd, who came in fifth in the competition, said she usually prefers text messages to phone calls because they get through faster and they're more private — leaving her unworried about other people listening in.

"You can get more of what you really truly want to say" across with texting, said the Syracuse University psychology major. "Especially if it's an argument, you don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing.

"And if you don't want to respond, you can always say, 'Oh, I didn't get your text.'"

via Yahoo

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Dangerously Low On Axe Body Spray

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I like starting the day out laughing.
Thanks steve

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

True Story

This is an email I sent some people a while back. I just found it while weeding out gmail.

On a side note, I would like to share a story with all of you regarding last evening at my hotel. I was in Johnstown New York, which apparently used to be a big industrial area with the most millionaires per capita (at least thats what a local broker said), but now, like most American cities with an industrial past is now, desolate depressed, and generally crusty. I was staying at the Holiday Inn, the only other choice would have been the motel 8, you get the gist.

The Hotel is old style, with the doors for the rooms facing outside, aka, no hallways. I was staying at the far end of the hotel, which means to get to the lobby/bar, I had to walk a decent distance outside. At the bar, I had one drink and asked for a spoon so that I could go back to my room and eat some chicken noodle soup that Andrea had made. I told the bartender to keep my tab open, "room 330", I said.

I get back to my room, start eating my soup and the phone rings. It was a man asking if I was coming back to the bar. Thinking it was someone from the hotel, I said just keep the tab open and I would be down in a bit. Five minutes later, the phone rings again, same voice, which is a dude, which is weird, because the bartender was a girl. The voice was more insistent about when I was coming back to the bar, and then asked if I needed company. I yelled, 'who the fuck is this', and they hung up.

At this point, I am shook because clearly someone from the bar knows my room number, and the only people at the bar were some swedes in the corner, and local grizzly bears. I had to close my tab and wanted another beer, so I clenched the spoon, ready for battle. I get to the bar, and no patrons are there. I tell the bartender about the calls and she said it could have only been 2 people, one dude sitting to the left of me, who was a yocal, not staying at the hotel and a dude to the right of me, who was.

At the front desk, I tell the employee about the calls. He said that he just got on duty, but had already forwarded a call to my room and that the girl that just off duty told him there were a bunch of calls, too. Apparently the calls were coming from an outside line as the person did not have my name, just room number. The dude at the front desk said he would not transfer the calls through and it was probably a practical joke. I told him it did not appear to be a practical joke, but he kinda brushed it off. Normally, I would not care how dismissive the front desk dude was, but now I am paranoid and thinking there is a conspiracy with Deliverance undertones.

I got a butter knife from the bartender and started to walk back to my room. While making the trek, a car's lights turn on in the parking lot across the street and someone starts honking the horn. I hustle to my room, lock that shit, and sure enough the light is blinking on my phone, indicating a message. Probably should have just deleted it, but I listened and it was the same dude talking in a creepy voice about guy on guy action. Am I being over dramatic as I put a floor lamp by the door and a coffee pot(with the intentions of breaking and stabbing if necessary) on the nightstand? Alas, I got into bed, had a shtty sleep with no other disturbances and was psyched to be there only one night.

This Is How I Apologize

I know the blog has been hurrrrttting, and I have made the statement about coming back before, but I am, I swear. I also know that I have posted keyboard cat before, but this clip is amazing. It is five minutes and you are a fool not to watch all of it.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

It Be True