24 is finally over. i didn’t see the last episode and quite frankly, i wish i hadn’t seen the last 4 or 5 episodes. it’s like when you keep doing something over and over out of habit even though it is bad for you. 24 is a show that starts to lose its credibility after the first season. it’s very possible that 72 hours of jack bauer’s life were spent saving the world by suspenseful means, but when it only happens in blocks of 24, it becomes highly improbable. this formula is tired. real-time doesn’t last that long.

and now a taste of reality…
i no longer have to do school lunches. which means i am going to have to start working out. otherwise all this lean muscle mass will turn to flabby flabble flab. and the last thing i need is a “stemshul pot-belly®”.

hence why

sample dialogue: “just tell her how you feel.”
the day after tomorrow is a failure on many levels. too many to name. let’s just say i wish they had only shown special fx sequences of destruction and chaos instead of trying to throw together a half-ass plot with dickhead characters. and what’s with the token new york bum and his dog that always seem to come along for the ride? and why wouldn’t you bandage your leg after it got sliced open? and how do you outrun -150°F air temperature?
“they might be right about global warming, chris. it’s july weather in april.”
the real question is: why did i go see this, knowing it was probably going to suck? the answer: so i could have something to post about on this here blog. not that anyone reads it, mind you. but i feel better knowing that this is out there.
“i’d like a super size of death with a coke.”

oh, and cube 2:hypercube sucks also. can’t wait for cube zero. i’m with stupid.
there are a lot of bad movies. i hope to see them all.

“I was wrong about you… I thought Christmas only came once a year.” -Bond, James Bond

i refuse to ever give that place any money again. renting two dvds had never been so painful or expensive as it was yesterday. the sales clerks felt the need to tell me all the ways that blockbuster’s movie pass program is better than netflix. i told them no it’s not better but that wasn’t enough. next time i need to rent something and i can’t wait for netflix, i’m going to family video or eye on video or unlimited video. blockbuster has just become #1 on my “list of things that are satan”.

look at me, i haven’t smoked today. i can do it if i try. i can. i really can. but not if the hairy one comes over. wait, the hairy one doesn’t want to smoke. oh, it was me all along. i am the one who sucks at quitting. it’s so difficult with all these pressures and hardships, and hard pressureships. i don’t ever know what i’ll do without my ciggy-cigs. i’m hopelessly hopeless. - this has been a message from the “stemshul addict-journal of coping with addictions”

this will be fun to watch.

if you like grecian epics or brad pitt’s ass, you should see troy. i happen to like both, so i’m all set. that eric bana guy is a great actor too. you wouldn’t have known it from hulk, because all he really did was snort and make angry faces.

also, if you like bass you should get a subwoofer.