This movie sucks. Two things certainly kill it and kill it dead. First it is so so horribly slow. The scenes spool out forever far past suspense into boredom. Second is the actor playing he kid is fucking ugly. I thought the same thing with him in Gladiator. His face is too long and his eyes are way too close…

Exactly.

CM Punk has a Cobra Commander tattoo on one shoulder, opposite a Pepsi logo on the other. I have this drink cup they sell at WWE events and they are airbrushed off.

Of Cocks!

Technical writer and database developer.  I work from my home.  I have been sidelined lately since I broke my elbow about 3 weeks ago.

Once in a while there is a country song I will like.  "Ode to Billie Joe" comes to mind as an example.  I can hang in there and listen to it as long as I can detach myself of where it comes from.
I am the same way with eating meat.

Certainly.

Love the Manhattan Transfer a capella version.

EEEEEEEWWWWWWW BARRACUDA!!!!!!!!

Hi Buzz.  I slipped and fell on my way home 2 weeks ago and broke my elbow.  Hurts like hell all the way to my fingers, which are buzzy and numb.  Remember we said 2013 should be better?  Well shit.

"All I Wanna Do" sets my teeth on edge, and just seems to go on forever.  "Angel of the Morning" is pure psycho gold.  I can imagine a video of the girl singing it where she is holding a guitar, feather, candle, revolver, straight razor or human head and each image works.  I just love it.

Grrrr…
Umm, well yeah.

Grrrr…
Umm, well yeah.

The Hills are pretty.  Mulhulland Drive, right?  The rest is just nasty, and I have been in some nasty places.

It is a given that I am talking about Cronenberg's Crash.  If someone I know gets it wrong they are risking a throatpunch.

It is not too hard to get a bead on Scientology.  I have a friend who ended up going to AA.  This was a long time ago.  She really needed it and did everything she was supposed to do, and immersed herself in the entire lifestyle choice.  She went to AA dances and events, sponsored people, the whole bit.  Then she had…

Hollywood is a yucky, yucky place.

We women artists are willing to put our lean, fragile bodies through so much to live the idealized little girl's dream of being a ballerina.  I remember starving myself, purging even the paltry bits of food I ate, and dancing until my toes cracked and bled…
…and then I woke up on my couch with a ladylike belch, lit a…

I'm in. 

No one brings the fart love like you, Kirk.