will there every be another x-men movie? my sources say, “yes.”

i had a great time watching x-men: the last stand. there’s only one small problem. all these characters were dying and i didn’t really feel anything. what is there to feel for characters with no dimension? yes, these are fairly accurate representations of the comic book characters, but this is not a comic book. it’s a moving picture. the opportunity for emotional pull is there. it’s been done before. unfortunately, most fanboys don’t have hearts, only peni. these movies do well by stroking the correct organ.

for what it is, it’s loads of fun. actions, effects, and even a little boobage. yippy skippy, mystique’s makeup came off!

i feel kinda guilty, because i wanted the whole movie to take place in the ‘danger room.’ given the choice between the real world and the matrix, i choose the matrix.

x4 better turn the world upside. i’m talking sentinels everywhere. or mr. sinister. or perhaps apocalypse. magneto needs a break. let’s get down to business without brettford ratnerson.

i’ve been seeing a lot of news articles talking about how invisibility technology is almost here. sign me up. i’ve been wanting to be invisible for… ever. i’ve mastered “hiding in shadows” and now i just need the ultimate reality of never being seen by anyone. it would mean that no one would shoot me or ask me if i play basketball. it would mean i could be free to go out during daylight hours.

now that we can almost check off invisibility from the list of 21st century necessities, i’ve got to wonder when flying cars and teleportation will be available. given that the automobile industry is seriously fucked right now, and the only innovation coming out is the slightly more fuel efficient hybrid car, i’d say it will be awhile before flying cars get off the ground. they still need to tackle the whole “renewable energy” problem, which is hard with oil companies needing their profits at the expense of the world.

teleportation is easier, but it’s too much like cloning and god doesn’t like us to do that. plus you’d probably have to die in order for your teleported self to be alive on the other end without “complications.” then the whole question of what happens to your soul must be asked. where does it go? are you dead but your new rubber corpse lives on, zombie style? and what happens if a fly sneaks into the beginning pod chamber with you? jeff goldblum knows and he would rather we just forget about teleportation altogether.

here i am again, watching cine de las estrellas and keeping little puffer company. they actually got a spanish-sounding samuel l. jackson for die hard 3: con una venganza. i’m so happy, it’s like a drunken reception.

thanks to johnson’s suggestion, i’ve been listening to the new placebo album, meds. for bisexual music, it’s pretty damn good. is it bisexual or homoerotic? i’ll settle for both.

i think they should make a roomba that steals your stuff while you are sleeping and brings it to the suspicious van outside. that would be something i would pay $240 for, but only if it comes with a free suspicious van. and don’t act like it’s not possible, because the technology is already there.

isn’t that what we’re all after? a little love. but only after we accumulate our fortunes. maybe some love after the benz-o, porsche, and h3 are all tucked safely in the garage.

picture this: your body is covered with hair. you weigh 8 pounds. your poops are about the size of cocktail weenies (don’t eat them). all you want is to chew on your pikachu and bounce around on your feets. sounds nice, doesn’t it?

that’s the life of a pomeranian. they aren’t my favorite breed of doggie, because they are a little too hyper. i still can’t figure out why old people love these dogs so much. maybe they are reminded of what it’s like to be young and have endless energy. or maybe old people are insane. like the lady at jack in the crack who wanted chicken fingers to eat at the restaurant and a salad to “take with her.” she made sure everyone knew that she was taking that salad with her.

my lady friend is doggysitting that dog in the picture. his name is ‘hiccup,’ but i call him other stuff:

• peanut
• peaches
• little man
• poop monkey

he doesn’t care as long as i give him his daily allotment of love.

have you seen the new kfc commercial? their new product is a layered bowl.

mashed taters, corn, popcorn chicken, gravy, and three cheese blend.

this is quite possibly the most unappetizing thing i’ve ever seen. who eats this crap?

on top of all this, the commercial is terrible. not entertaining or even remotely funny.