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On Getting A Majority of My Media From a Guy Named "R": Who watched both The Rules of Attraction and Adaptation in the comforts of his own home last night, sans ticket prices, sans rental fees, sans (along w/the rental fees) late fees, as well? Me. And my pal, "R". Bless that thieving little monkey. Rules of Attraction was alright. That Shannon Sossamon chick has got to be the single most attractive indie-ish-looking chick in film these days, what with her whacky haircuts and her dreams for star-crossed love, and so forth. Not bad. Worth watching at least, especially considering the fact that James Van Der Beek's a drug addict/drug dealing/sex fiend, far from his normal role as that pussbag, Dawson. I still hate him, though. It's my nature.
Adaptation, on the other hand, was fucking amazing. Think about something along the lines of being more complicated than Memento, and you'll get near this flick. I won't say anything else about it. I fucking loved it just because it was such a mindfuck to have to deal with thinking about while I was pretty drunk. Oi.
So ... the New England Patriots Didn't Make It Into the Playoffs: That doesn't mean that my Cursive review becomes totally bogus now, does it? I sure hope not, cause I still like the album, and it's not their fault that I didn't realize that the Patriots weren't assured of being in the playoffs again. I thought they were. My fault. And besides, who would've thought that the Jets were going to beat the shit out of the Packers so badly? That's right, ever since that Herman Edwards, "You don't play to LOSE, do you?" quote, I'm a born again Jets fan. Go Jets! Either them or the Raiders, cause everyone on that team is old, and I like it when old people win things. Like watching my grandpa win five bucks on a lottery ticket (though it's never happened). I'm sure, though, if it did, it'd be a nice moment to share with the guy.
That Cursive album is still good.
On Stomachaches: I've got to stop eating before I go to bed, cause I wake up with stomachaches, and next I know I can't think straight cause my stomach's hurting so bad. That, and the cat was climbing on my head this morning at about eight o'clock. I must not have shut my door hard enough last night, cause I look up and its wide open, and there's the cat, trying to wake me up to play with him. Buggers to you, Crapface. I need sleep, dammit.
On Getting A Majority of My Media From a Guy Named "R": Who watched both The Rules of Attraction and Adaptation in the comforts of his own home last night, sans ticket prices, sans rental fees, sans (along w/the rental fees) late fees, as well? Me. And my pal, "R". Bless that thieving little monkey. Rules of Attraction was alright. That Shannon Sossamon chick has got to be the single most attractive indie-ish-looking chick in film these days, what with her whacky haircuts and her dreams for star-crossed love, and so forth. Not bad. Worth watching at least, especially considering the fact that James Van Der Beek's a drug addict/drug dealing/sex fiend, far from his normal role as that pussbag, Dawson. I still hate him, though. It's my nature.
Adaptation, on the other hand, was fucking amazing. Think about something along the lines of being more complicated than Memento, and you'll get near this flick. I won't say anything else about it. I fucking loved it just because it was such a mindfuck to have to deal with thinking about while I was pretty drunk. Oi.
So ... the New England Patriots Didn't Make It Into the Playoffs: That doesn't mean that my Cursive review becomes totally bogus now, does it? I sure hope not, cause I still like the album, and it's not their fault that I didn't realize that the Patriots weren't assured of being in the playoffs again. I thought they were. My fault. And besides, who would've thought that the Jets were going to beat the shit out of the Packers so badly? That's right, ever since that Herman Edwards, "You don't play to LOSE, do you?" quote, I'm a born again Jets fan. Go Jets! Either them or the Raiders, cause everyone on that team is old, and I like it when old people win things. Like watching my grandpa win five bucks on a lottery ticket (though it's never happened). I'm sure, though, if it did, it'd be a nice moment to share with the guy.
That Cursive album is still good.
On Stomachaches: I've got to stop eating before I go to bed, cause I wake up with stomachaches, and next I know I can't think straight cause my stomach's hurting so bad. That, and the cat was climbing on my head this morning at about eight o'clock. I must not have shut my door hard enough last night, cause I look up and its wide open, and there's the cat, trying to wake me up to play with him. Buggers to you, Crapface. I need sleep, dammit.
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