Friday Night Cabin Fever
I'm going freakin' nuts here. I am going insane. Really insane. I'm about ready to scream, crawl out of my skin, and run straight into a wall just because I feel all clammy inside.
I think it might be because I worked out earlier today. After a workout, sometimes it feels good. However, sometimes it makes you the most uncomfortable you've ever been in your life and you'll find yourself wanting to hurl yourself off a cliff.
Couple this miserableness with the fact that it's been harder for me to breathe lately and you have one very annoyed and irritated GOD PLEASE SOMEONE PUNCH ME IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm antsy. I'm pissy. I'm irritable. I'm jittery. I'm smelly. I'm masochistic (at the moment). I'm volatile. I'm moody. I'm flatulent. I'm itchy. I'm crabby. I'm bored. I'm tired. I'm hyper. I'm going to scream if I don't end this blog right now.
Having a case of writer's blog,
Sickly
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Monday, February 21, 2005
Party Shuffle
Two things.
The iPod shuffles I ordered three weeks ago finally came in the mail. I bought one for Ellvin Kelvin for his birthday and one for myself, but I had to say that it was for both Timotei and I because my parents would frown upon me having two iPod products. Timotei uses it most of the time anyway, so I'm trying to get him to give me $100 and just call it his own.
But I think they're great! They are so small and light that you barely even notice that you're carrying it. And the sound quality is superb! You seriously can't believe such a tremendous sound is coming from such a small bubble gum-sized thing. The box advertises that you can put 120 songs on the 512MB iPod shuffle, but I managed to fit 138 tunes on Ellvin Kelvin's. He loves it! I just hope he can find a place to recharge it in New York, seeing as he doesn't have a computer.
Some people won't get the shuffle because it doesn't have a screen. But the thing I learned while listening to my regular iPod is that I usually pick a playlist (I have one or two favorites) and play them in shuffle mode. I'll just listen to the songs in that list without ever looking at the name of the song because 95% of the time, I know what that song is. The playlist is filled with songs I love and want to hear, so the screen isn't needed. A screen would be needed if you want to navigate through many song files, but since the shuffle only holds around 120 songs, navigation really isn't necessary. So to me, the iPod shuffle is more like the ultimate playlist player. It's ultra compact and portable and just bitchin'.
But enough gushing over my new toy. My other "thing" is a report from Grampy and Granny K's anniversary super banquet bash. It was pretty cool. My family all got new snazzy suits and outfits for the dinner and we were told to socialize.
Love was in the air.
It was like going to the Winter Formal.
Cute airplane stuff.
After all the planning and flower making and arguments over stuff and stuff, it was all worth it. My Granny K's were extremely happy they got to see so many of their friends and family. Overall, they had fun, we had fun, and we took a ton of pictures. Oh yeah, one more thing... I overate.
By the way, it's Catwoman's birthday today, so if you see her, give her a 'Huzzah!'
Scruffled,
Ricky
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Two things.
The iPod shuffles I ordered three weeks ago finally came in the mail. I bought one for Ellvin Kelvin for his birthday and one for myself, but I had to say that it was for both Timotei and I because my parents would frown upon me having two iPod products. Timotei uses it most of the time anyway, so I'm trying to get him to give me $100 and just call it his own.
But I think they're great! They are so small and light that you barely even notice that you're carrying it. And the sound quality is superb! You seriously can't believe such a tremendous sound is coming from such a small bubble gum-sized thing. The box advertises that you can put 120 songs on the 512MB iPod shuffle, but I managed to fit 138 tunes on Ellvin Kelvin's. He loves it! I just hope he can find a place to recharge it in New York, seeing as he doesn't have a computer.
Some people won't get the shuffle because it doesn't have a screen. But the thing I learned while listening to my regular iPod is that I usually pick a playlist (I have one or two favorites) and play them in shuffle mode. I'll just listen to the songs in that list without ever looking at the name of the song because 95% of the time, I know what that song is. The playlist is filled with songs I love and want to hear, so the screen isn't needed. A screen would be needed if you want to navigate through many song files, but since the shuffle only holds around 120 songs, navigation really isn't necessary. So to me, the iPod shuffle is more like the ultimate playlist player. It's ultra compact and portable and just bitchin'.
But enough gushing over my new toy. My other "thing" is a report from Grampy and Granny K's anniversary super banquet bash. It was pretty cool. My family all got new snazzy suits and outfits for the dinner and we were told to socialize.
Love was in the air.
It was like going to the Winter Formal.
Cute airplane stuff.
After all the planning and flower making and arguments over stuff and stuff, it was all worth it. My Granny K's were extremely happy they got to see so many of their friends and family. Overall, they had fun, we had fun, and we took a ton of pictures. Oh yeah, one more thing... I overate.
By the way, it's Catwoman's birthday today, so if you see her, give her a 'Huzzah!'
Scruffled,
Ricky
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Friday, February 18, 2005
Overeaters Anonymous
Food is the devil. You do realize that, don't you?
Last Wednesday, everyone in our department at work celebrated our appreciation for a specific co-worker at Luminarias, near Cal State L.A. I have always hated all-you-can-eat buffets because you pay a hefty price and therefore are pressured into eating a ton of food to get your money's worth. So there I was eating plate after plate after plate after plate of food and during that fourth plate, the food just hit me and I stopped. I seriously just sat there with an "oh god, I'm going to explode if another piece of food goes anywhere near my mouth" look on my face, in front of my boss to boot. When I get full, I get sick. I'm one of those guys who finds it almost impossible to burp on command, so the gas just sits in my chest and gurgles in my throat. So I feel gaseous and bloated and in serious stomach pain. I found it incredibly hard to return to my work that afternoon. It hurt all the way through that night.
So you'd think I'd have learned my lesson, right? Wrong. Today, we were treated to a free lunch by the president of the company. To max out what we were allowed to spend, I got a BBQ Combo Platter (ribs, ham steak, and BBQ shredded chicken) and a box of chicken strips and fries. I ate till I was comfortably full. But then, because it is Erico Suave's birthday today (if you see him, wish him a Merry B), his family invited me to dinner at a chicken pot pie place (CPPP) called Moffett's. I got a hearty chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiiiie dinner and ate till I was too stuffed to eat even ice cream dessert cake.
Then the chestular gas came. Made me feel completely ill.
So the moral of the story is, I should learn to limit my food consumption because it's not fun stuffing yourself uncomfortably only to find out that there's no room left for a freakin' delicious slice of Baskin Robbin's cookies n' cream ice cream cake.
Eat me,
Ricky
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Food is the devil. You do realize that, don't you?
Last Wednesday, everyone in our department at work celebrated our appreciation for a specific co-worker at Luminarias, near Cal State L.A. I have always hated all-you-can-eat buffets because you pay a hefty price and therefore are pressured into eating a ton of food to get your money's worth. So there I was eating plate after plate after plate after plate of food and during that fourth plate, the food just hit me and I stopped. I seriously just sat there with an "oh god, I'm going to explode if another piece of food goes anywhere near my mouth" look on my face, in front of my boss to boot. When I get full, I get sick. I'm one of those guys who finds it almost impossible to burp on command, so the gas just sits in my chest and gurgles in my throat. So I feel gaseous and bloated and in serious stomach pain. I found it incredibly hard to return to my work that afternoon. It hurt all the way through that night.
So you'd think I'd have learned my lesson, right? Wrong. Today, we were treated to a free lunch by the president of the company. To max out what we were allowed to spend, I got a BBQ Combo Platter (ribs, ham steak, and BBQ shredded chicken) and a box of chicken strips and fries. I ate till I was comfortably full. But then, because it is Erico Suave's birthday today (if you see him, wish him a Merry B), his family invited me to dinner at a chicken pot pie place (CPPP) called Moffett's. I got a hearty chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiiiie dinner and ate till I was too stuffed to eat even ice cream dessert cake.
Then the chestular gas came. Made me feel completely ill.
So the moral of the story is, I should learn to limit my food consumption because it's not fun stuffing yourself uncomfortably only to find out that there's no room left for a freakin' delicious slice of Baskin Robbin's cookies n' cream ice cream cake.
Eat me,
Ricky
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005
We Like, We Like To Party
This past Sunday night, we celebrated Grampa K's glorious birth. And although many of us played Kingdom Hearts all night and others played... well, I don't really know what anyone else was doing since I was playing Kingdom Hearts all night, but we still had plenty of time for cake! Cake! Cake purchased by all the Granny Kids with almonds on the side just like the olden days!
Ain't it all grand?
There's plenty more partying coming in the next few days, rest assured.
In otra news, I finished Book the Eleventh (the latest released Lemony Snicket book), The Grim Grotto, and it was great! Reading the entire series is more than just reading a bunch of kids' stories. It's really like an experience. It's so clever how the author narrates and incorporates the reader into the story. I hate the fact that I'll have to wait till this Fall to read the next book in the series, seeing as it ended in a huge cliffhanger. Screw Harry Potter! I want to know what will happen to the Baudelaires! Ha ha hate waiting.
Partying is such sweet sorrow,
Ricky
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This past Sunday night, we celebrated Grampa K's glorious birth. And although many of us played Kingdom Hearts all night and others played... well, I don't really know what anyone else was doing since I was playing Kingdom Hearts all night, but we still had plenty of time for cake! Cake! Cake purchased by all the Granny Kids with almonds on the side just like the olden days!
Ain't it all grand?
There's plenty more partying coming in the next few days, rest assured.
In otra news, I finished Book the Eleventh (the latest released Lemony Snicket book), The Grim Grotto, and it was great! Reading the entire series is more than just reading a bunch of kids' stories. It's really like an experience. It's so clever how the author narrates and incorporates the reader into the story. I hate the fact that I'll have to wait till this Fall to read the next book in the series, seeing as it ended in a huge cliffhanger. Screw Harry Potter! I want to know what will happen to the Baudelaires! Ha ha hate waiting.
Partying is such sweet sorrow,
Ricky
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Sunday, February 13, 2005
The Year of Me
Gong hay, you big fat choy.
Yes, move over cakesniffers. It's my year. It's the year of the rooster. The year of the chicken. The year of the things that everything tastes like. Does that sound nasty?
Anyway, apparently something is amiss with this year and all who were born under the Rooster. BA GOK! My parents explain that something with the last years and the first years makes this year squashed between two years and that's bad. Believe it or not, that's verbatim! So I was told to carry this good luck charm that should send away bad luck. For all you other Roosters out there, you're screwed.
In other news, last night, I fell asleep and found that I was having trouble breathing. It felt as if my throat was numb and closing shut which obviously made it harder to breathe. So, being the Who-Careser I am, I went to the gym this morning and ran on the treadmill. Sadly, I only ran 3/4 of a mile before my throat started to close up again. Suddenly I had extreme shortness of breath and fell under a dizzy spell. I left the gym immediately, but felt like throwing up outside. I had to sit on a curb for 10 minutes to catch my breath and level my head before driving home. I was really scared. Actually it's still pretty scary thinking about it. I hope I'm just getting a cold or something.
But then again, I didn't have my good luck charm with me, so maybe it's the Rooster's Curse!
Never running again,
Ricky
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Gong hay, you big fat choy.
Yes, move over cakesniffers. It's my year. It's the year of the rooster. The year of the chicken. The year of the things that everything tastes like. Does that sound nasty?
Anyway, apparently something is amiss with this year and all who were born under the Rooster. BA GOK! My parents explain that something with the last years and the first years makes this year squashed between two years and that's bad. Believe it or not, that's verbatim! So I was told to carry this good luck charm that should send away bad luck. For all you other Roosters out there, you're screwed.
In other news, last night, I fell asleep and found that I was having trouble breathing. It felt as if my throat was numb and closing shut which obviously made it harder to breathe. So, being the Who-Careser I am, I went to the gym this morning and ran on the treadmill. Sadly, I only ran 3/4 of a mile before my throat started to close up again. Suddenly I had extreme shortness of breath and fell under a dizzy spell. I left the gym immediately, but felt like throwing up outside. I had to sit on a curb for 10 minutes to catch my breath and level my head before driving home. I was really scared. Actually it's still pretty scary thinking about it. I hope I'm just getting a cold or something.
But then again, I didn't have my good luck charm with me, so maybe it's the Rooster's Curse!
Never running again,
Ricky
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Sunday, February 06, 2005
A "D"-lightful Night of Opera
After a particularly lazy day and afternoon yesterday (spent finishing up The Hostile Hospital, watching Batman: The Animated Series, and sleeping), I was invited by Erico Suave and MacArthur to try out The Macaroni Grill near my house.
I was totally up for it because I've never been there before and it gave me a chance to catch up with them since I hadn't talked with them in a while.
So as we were greeted and eventually seated at the Mac G, we got a huge shock when we noticed that our old old high school friend Dizzy Faye there. Erico Suave and I hadn't seen her for, well, probably since 1999.
Way back in high school, my core group of friends, affectionately known at the time as The Loud Crowd, entered a talent show competition where the five girls in our group became, for one night only, the Spice Girls. Our team was challenged by another group of girls and I'm happy to report that we kicked their collective asses and walked away with the $50 grand prize. Well, Dizzy Faye, who wasn't really in our group (but was on loan and an honorary Loud Crowder), played the part of Scary Spice.
Anyway, so we catch up at our table. Erico Suave tells her where he works. I tell her that I work for an insurance company to which she replied, "Oh... well that's okay." And she told us that she of course works at the Mac G and is an opera singer there! That was surprising. We knew she could sing, but opera?
So as we ate our dinner, we could hear the most beautiful of operatic (if that's even a word) voices from around the restaurant and sure enough, it was Dizzy Faye! Man, she can sing! After this year, she told us, she is going to study opera singing and stuff on the East Coast. I'm so happy for her!
At the end of the night, when your friend works at a place you just ate, you are required to tip big. So we sent them a 25% tip and left the restaurant all warm and cozy or however opera is supposed to make you feel.
Then, with no plans or place to go (and perhaps to make it a theme of the night), we ended up seeing The Phantom of the Opera movie. Of course, I had no idea what to expect, and opera really isn't my thing (unless it's a rock opera), so I was pretty gung ho over the entire experience. Bottom line, I liked it. The story was slow, but interesting and some of the music was great, if not repetitive and sleep inducing, but yeah, I liked it. The Phantom though bugged me. He didn't really sing that well and the way his mouth moved sometimes was distracting. But the girl who played Christine was hot and had a voice to boot. So all in all, I don't think I'd watch the movie again, but I'm interested in seeing how things are staged in the show in New York. So I'll give it a shot (granted that it's not expensive).
Unnecessarily singing that last blog,
Ricky
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After a particularly lazy day and afternoon yesterday (spent finishing up The Hostile Hospital, watching Batman: The Animated Series, and sleeping), I was invited by Erico Suave and MacArthur to try out The Macaroni Grill near my house.
I was totally up for it because I've never been there before and it gave me a chance to catch up with them since I hadn't talked with them in a while.
So as we were greeted and eventually seated at the Mac G, we got a huge shock when we noticed that our old old high school friend Dizzy Faye there. Erico Suave and I hadn't seen her for, well, probably since 1999.
Way back in high school, my core group of friends, affectionately known at the time as The Loud Crowd, entered a talent show competition where the five girls in our group became, for one night only, the Spice Girls. Our team was challenged by another group of girls and I'm happy to report that we kicked their collective asses and walked away with the $50 grand prize. Well, Dizzy Faye, who wasn't really in our group (but was on loan and an honorary Loud Crowder), played the part of Scary Spice.
Anyway, so we catch up at our table. Erico Suave tells her where he works. I tell her that I work for an insurance company to which she replied, "Oh... well that's okay." And she told us that she of course works at the Mac G and is an opera singer there! That was surprising. We knew she could sing, but opera?
So as we ate our dinner, we could hear the most beautiful of operatic (if that's even a word) voices from around the restaurant and sure enough, it was Dizzy Faye! Man, she can sing! After this year, she told us, she is going to study opera singing and stuff on the East Coast. I'm so happy for her!
At the end of the night, when your friend works at a place you just ate, you are required to tip big. So we sent them a 25% tip and left the restaurant all warm and cozy or however opera is supposed to make you feel.
Then, with no plans or place to go (and perhaps to make it a theme of the night), we ended up seeing The Phantom of the Opera movie. Of course, I had no idea what to expect, and opera really isn't my thing (unless it's a rock opera), so I was pretty gung ho over the entire experience. Bottom line, I liked it. The story was slow, but interesting and some of the music was great, if not repetitive and sleep inducing, but yeah, I liked it. The Phantom though bugged me. He didn't really sing that well and the way his mouth moved sometimes was distracting. But the girl who played Christine was hot and had a voice to boot. So all in all, I don't think I'd watch the movie again, but I'm interested in seeing how things are staged in the show in New York. So I'll give it a shot (granted that it's not expensive).
Unnecessarily singing that last blog,
Ricky
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Thursday, February 03, 2005
The Rambunctious Reader
I am enjoying the hell outta these Lemony Snicket books! Warning, there might be some very minor spoilers (thoughts on outcomes) for The Ersatz Elevator and The Vile Village below.
On Monday, I read Book the Sixth (The Ersatz Elevator) and after hearing that it's the best in the series, I would tend to disagree. I thought it was very good and did include a few surprises and hints at the overall story behind the stories, but I just wouldn't say it was the best. By the time it ended, I felt that nothing really had progressed.
Then, yesterday and today, I read Book the Seventh (The Vile Village) which I thought was just awesome! For me, thus far, this is the best in the series. The way the author slyly slips in hints about the bigger mystery behind the books. I really love how that's done. I'm talking about Jacques, if you're wondering. It really makes you think. Toss in a very clever puzzle (that was a hoot figuring out), some nice couplets, a very likable guardian, and probably the happiest ending so far, and you have my favorite Unfortunate Events book.
Now, I love how Lemony Snicket drops hints in every book, but there comes a time when he's gotta give us something; anything! I mean, c'mon! It's been two books and I still don't know what V.F.D. really means! Although I do have an idea of what it might stand for. I guess I'll just keep reading on and he'll reveal everything in the whopping 300 page 13th book!
I finished The Vile Village at around 7:40pm. Then I remembered that my cousins, The Oblongs, don't have even numbered books in the series (for some reason), so I did a quick search for Book the Eighth (The Hostile Hospital) at my local library's website and found that they had one copy availble! With the library closing at 8pm, I rushed over there and checked it out. Very fortunate for me!
Hooked on books,
Ricky
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I am enjoying the hell outta these Lemony Snicket books! Warning, there might be some very minor spoilers (thoughts on outcomes) for The Ersatz Elevator and The Vile Village below.
On Monday, I read Book the Sixth (The Ersatz Elevator) and after hearing that it's the best in the series, I would tend to disagree. I thought it was very good and did include a few surprises and hints at the overall story behind the stories, but I just wouldn't say it was the best. By the time it ended, I felt that nothing really had progressed.
Then, yesterday and today, I read Book the Seventh (The Vile Village) which I thought was just awesome! For me, thus far, this is the best in the series. The way the author slyly slips in hints about the bigger mystery behind the books. I really love how that's done. I'm talking about Jacques, if you're wondering. It really makes you think. Toss in a very clever puzzle (that was a hoot figuring out), some nice couplets, a very likable guardian, and probably the happiest ending so far, and you have my favorite Unfortunate Events book.
Now, I love how Lemony Snicket drops hints in every book, but there comes a time when he's gotta give us something; anything! I mean, c'mon! It's been two books and I still don't know what V.F.D. really means! Although I do have an idea of what it might stand for. I guess I'll just keep reading on and he'll reveal everything in the whopping 300 page 13th book!
I finished The Vile Village at around 7:40pm. Then I remembered that my cousins, The Oblongs, don't have even numbered books in the series (for some reason), so I did a quick search for Book the Eighth (The Hostile Hospital) at my local library's website and found that they had one copy availble! With the library closing at 8pm, I rushed over there and checked it out. Very fortunate for me!
Hooked on books,
Ricky
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Sunday, January 30, 2005
Gads of Books!
I've decided to inform you all on what books I am currently reading. Oddly enough, I just noticed that I did this exact same thing at around the same time last year.
I'm still trying to finish the second Abarat book. I keep finding the book dry and dull. I feel a little gypped that the girl is actually... well, I won't spoil the dang story. But rest assured, I'm disappointed that the story turned out to be just another hum-drum something-a-rather.
I finally got my hands on a copy of Book the Sixth of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. While reading these books, they always bore me in the beginning, infuriate me in the middle, and engage me at the conclusion. I still love the narrative style of the books, but the way the adults are portrayed really pisses me off. It's just frustrating to read sometimes. I was about ready to give up on the series after reading the uneventful fourth book, but I trudged onto the fifth book which introduced some story arcs and now I'm very interested to see how things play out. Who knows if I'll finish the series though. Lind-z and K-mart both stopped reading the series during book seven and R-man quit during the ninth, I believe.
I also picked up, after a recommendation from a friend, The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide, which contains all of books in the Hitchhiker's series, starting with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Yes, the movie is coming soon to theaters, so I hope to read it in time. It's supposed to be wacky, hilarious, and satirical. Let's hope so. Lord knows I need more satire in my life.
So those are the books I am currently (or in the near future) reading.
Now on to movies...
Yesterday, I saw Hide & Seek. First of all, I had no idea it was rated R and after seeing it, I now have no idea why it was rated R. It was barely violent and bloody. Sure we see a pool of blood and some cuts and battered faces (doll faces to be exact), but nothing particularly R worthy.
I thought the movie was okay. It flowed episodically, showing you scene after scene of things that seem like they don't serve a purpose, but in the end you understand why they showed it.
Speaking of the end, it was said that the ending is wildly unpredictable and will have people talking all weekend. I'm sorry to report that I figured it out and it's not all that unpredictable to tell you the truth. If this movie came out 7 years ago, I'm sure I might not have figured out the ending. But I've seen basically the same kind of "twist" ending in other movies, so when it was actually revealed, I wasn't impressed.
Then after the secret was revealed, I found it pretty cornball hokey and laughable. Maybe I just don't dig these kinds of movies anymore. Back in high school, I would have probably idolized this film. But I guess after seeing the same kinds of films over and over, it just doesn't interest me anymore.
Oh, and speaking of endings. I don't think any movie should ever again be advertised as "WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE ENDING! YOU'LL NEVER EXPECT IT!" Here's why... If they only advertise that the ending is mindblowing, then that's all I want to see. I sat in the theater in agony waiting for the ending to just come already. Movie shouldn't be only about their endings. I want to watch a movie that I enjoy throughout and then am completely satisfied by the conclusion. I shouldn't want a movie to be over. That's not natural.
Well, I wouldn't recommend it. It's more of a movie that I'd just like to hear about the ending from someone else. Kinda like The Forgotten. Has anyone seen that and would like to spoil it for me? I have no interest in sitting through the movie. I just want to know why the hell people are yanked into the air.
Oh and speaking of K-mart, it's her birthday today! So if you see her, wish her a very merry sweet eighteen and give her a lotto scratcher to play!
Your local book and movie critic,
Ricky
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I've decided to inform you all on what books I am currently reading. Oddly enough, I just noticed that I did this exact same thing at around the same time last year.
I'm still trying to finish the second Abarat book. I keep finding the book dry and dull. I feel a little gypped that the girl is actually... well, I won't spoil the dang story. But rest assured, I'm disappointed that the story turned out to be just another hum-drum something-a-rather.
I finally got my hands on a copy of Book the Sixth of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. While reading these books, they always bore me in the beginning, infuriate me in the middle, and engage me at the conclusion. I still love the narrative style of the books, but the way the adults are portrayed really pisses me off. It's just frustrating to read sometimes. I was about ready to give up on the series after reading the uneventful fourth book, but I trudged onto the fifth book which introduced some story arcs and now I'm very interested to see how things play out. Who knows if I'll finish the series though. Lind-z and K-mart both stopped reading the series during book seven and R-man quit during the ninth, I believe.
I also picked up, after a recommendation from a friend, The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide, which contains all of books in the Hitchhiker's series, starting with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Yes, the movie is coming soon to theaters, so I hope to read it in time. It's supposed to be wacky, hilarious, and satirical. Let's hope so. Lord knows I need more satire in my life.
So those are the books I am currently (or in the near future) reading.
Now on to movies...
Yesterday, I saw Hide & Seek. First of all, I had no idea it was rated R and after seeing it, I now have no idea why it was rated R. It was barely violent and bloody. Sure we see a pool of blood and some cuts and battered faces (doll faces to be exact), but nothing particularly R worthy.
I thought the movie was okay. It flowed episodically, showing you scene after scene of things that seem like they don't serve a purpose, but in the end you understand why they showed it.
Speaking of the end, it was said that the ending is wildly unpredictable and will have people talking all weekend. I'm sorry to report that I figured it out and it's not all that unpredictable to tell you the truth. If this movie came out 7 years ago, I'm sure I might not have figured out the ending. But I've seen basically the same kind of "twist" ending in other movies, so when it was actually revealed, I wasn't impressed.
Then after the secret was revealed, I found it pretty cornball hokey and laughable. Maybe I just don't dig these kinds of movies anymore. Back in high school, I would have probably idolized this film. But I guess after seeing the same kinds of films over and over, it just doesn't interest me anymore.
Oh, and speaking of endings. I don't think any movie should ever again be advertised as "WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE ENDING! YOU'LL NEVER EXPECT IT!" Here's why... If they only advertise that the ending is mindblowing, then that's all I want to see. I sat in the theater in agony waiting for the ending to just come already. Movie shouldn't be only about their endings. I want to watch a movie that I enjoy throughout and then am completely satisfied by the conclusion. I shouldn't want a movie to be over. That's not natural.
Well, I wouldn't recommend it. It's more of a movie that I'd just like to hear about the ending from someone else. Kinda like The Forgotten. Has anyone seen that and would like to spoil it for me? I have no interest in sitting through the movie. I just want to know why the hell people are yanked into the air.
Oh and speaking of K-mart, it's her birthday today! So if you see her, wish her a very merry sweet eighteen and give her a lotto scratcher to play!
Your local book and movie critic,
Ricky
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Monday, January 24, 2005
24 on the 24th and 24
Today is Angel Wing Jasmine's 24th birthday! So if you're somewhere up north, then you're most likely a redneck hillbillie, and therefore able to say "happy birthday" to her!
Since I'm all the way down in lonely and uneventful Southern California, getting AWJ a gift was harder than usual. I could have gotten her a simple gift card and sent it in a small envelope, but I thought that was a little boring. So what I did was went to Amazon.com and ordered a boatload of goodies for her and had them send it directly from their warehouse to her front porch.
In the box, I got her a Care Bears Storybook collection, a book of Jumbles, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, and a 311 Live DVD. The USPS site says that she received them this morning, so I'm not spoiling anything. And I'm really glad my timing worked out and it arrived at her door on the correct day.
So I hope Angel Wing Jasmine has a kickass birthday even though I'm not around to have dinner with her.
Speaking of today, there was a study that showed that today, January 24, is the worst day of the year. They're reasons are three-fold: 1) It's the middle of winter and weather can be miserable 2) People may find themselves in debt after "no payments till..." offers expire at the end of this month 3) People find that they've failed their New Year's resolutions.
I'm sad to bring such horrible news on such a nice day as Angel Wing Jasmine's birthdate, but I have to agree with this somewhat. It just so happens that today fell on a Miserable Monday and I had to go to work. And while at work, I wasn't feeling at all well. My head was spinning and aching and pulsating and I was very very tired. Today, I just felt really terrible, not in the mood to socialize and barely in the mood to complete my work (which got done anyhow). I think I just need a long nap and the fact that 24 is on tonight will definitely bring me out of this temporary funk.
Red eyed and moody,
Ricky
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Today is Angel Wing Jasmine's 24th birthday! So if you're somewhere up north, then you're most likely a redneck hillbillie, and therefore able to say "happy birthday" to her!
Since I'm all the way down in lonely and uneventful Southern California, getting AWJ a gift was harder than usual. I could have gotten her a simple gift card and sent it in a small envelope, but I thought that was a little boring. So what I did was went to Amazon.com and ordered a boatload of goodies for her and had them send it directly from their warehouse to her front porch.
In the box, I got her a Care Bears Storybook collection, a book of Jumbles, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, and a 311 Live DVD. The USPS site says that she received them this morning, so I'm not spoiling anything. And I'm really glad my timing worked out and it arrived at her door on the correct day.
So I hope Angel Wing Jasmine has a kickass birthday even though I'm not around to have dinner with her.
Speaking of today, there was a study that showed that today, January 24, is the worst day of the year. They're reasons are three-fold: 1) It's the middle of winter and weather can be miserable 2) People may find themselves in debt after "no payments till..." offers expire at the end of this month 3) People find that they've failed their New Year's resolutions.
I'm sad to bring such horrible news on such a nice day as Angel Wing Jasmine's birthdate, but I have to agree with this somewhat. It just so happens that today fell on a Miserable Monday and I had to go to work. And while at work, I wasn't feeling at all well. My head was spinning and aching and pulsating and I was very very tired. Today, I just felt really terrible, not in the mood to socialize and barely in the mood to complete my work (which got done anyhow). I think I just need a long nap and the fact that 24 is on tonight will definitely bring me out of this temporary funk.
Red eyed and moody,
Ricky
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Saturday, January 22, 2005
Ocean's 5
Early this morning, we compiled our team for the heist of the century. The team consisted of Mother Routes, Father Routes, Mr. and Mrs. Wee (I work with Mrs. Wee), and I and the target was an office building in the City of Angels.
Our plan was to park the truck next to the building, scurry passed security, up the elevators, through a locked office door, and take six highly priced office chairs. Then it's back down the elevator, passed the security guard, and into the truck for a grand getaway.
Well, that's how it felt in my head. My work was giving away used chairs that were taking up valuable office space, and somehow for some reason, we claimed 3 of them (Mrs. Wee claimed 3 others). I really didn't want these chairs since they were a big hassle getting them back to The Routes House. But I gotta admit that the chairs are really comfortable and cool.
Yesterday night, we had to finish this 750 piece puzzle of New York that Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend gave my parents. After about 3 weeks, it was finally coming down to the final stretch where we just had a bunch of blue pieces to fill in the sky. Lemme just say that puzzle's suck ass. I can't see how anyone finds joy in doing them. It's all trial and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and frustration. I hated every minute of doing it, but somehow for some reason, I couldn't stop doing it. So we finished at around midnight.
I'm going to start a new business that sells posters mounted on cardboard and cut to give the impression of a completed puzzle. I think tons of lame asses who like to take credit for completing stuff, while not actually doing stuff, would pay good money to be fakes. I know I would.
Tip of the day: When microwaving Bagel Bites, don't put a paper towel over them. If you do, the paper sticks to the toppings and after you pull the paper off, your toppings are removed with it and you're left with just the bagel.
Lip-synching,
Ricky
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Early this morning, we compiled our team for the heist of the century. The team consisted of Mother Routes, Father Routes, Mr. and Mrs. Wee (I work with Mrs. Wee), and I and the target was an office building in the City of Angels.
Our plan was to park the truck next to the building, scurry passed security, up the elevators, through a locked office door, and take six highly priced office chairs. Then it's back down the elevator, passed the security guard, and into the truck for a grand getaway.
Well, that's how it felt in my head. My work was giving away used chairs that were taking up valuable office space, and somehow for some reason, we claimed 3 of them (Mrs. Wee claimed 3 others). I really didn't want these chairs since they were a big hassle getting them back to The Routes House. But I gotta admit that the chairs are really comfortable and cool.
Yesterday night, we had to finish this 750 piece puzzle of New York that Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend gave my parents. After about 3 weeks, it was finally coming down to the final stretch where we just had a bunch of blue pieces to fill in the sky. Lemme just say that puzzle's suck ass. I can't see how anyone finds joy in doing them. It's all trial and error and error and error and error and error and error and error and frustration. I hated every minute of doing it, but somehow for some reason, I couldn't stop doing it. So we finished at around midnight.
I'm going to start a new business that sells posters mounted on cardboard and cut to give the impression of a completed puzzle. I think tons of lame asses who like to take credit for completing stuff, while not actually doing stuff, would pay good money to be fakes. I know I would.
Tip of the day: When microwaving Bagel Bites, don't put a paper towel over them. If you do, the paper sticks to the toppings and after you pull the paper off, your toppings are removed with it and you're left with just the bagel.
Lip-synching,
Ricky
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