Two, count em', two.

Two insanely good movies. So good I can't even believe it. Both of which I, at first, blew off with a flick of my hand, dismissing them into the "over-rated, mainstream bullshit" category. I was so wrong!



Avatar:
I just got back (literally just got back) from a midnight premiere of this film. I now laugh on the inside whenever I think of previous movies with good special effects. James Cameron, I tip my hat off to you, good sir, this film is a gem. I really hope we see more films like this. I'm not saying I want every movie to have such awesome computer graphics (you can only handle so much epic-ness) but it'd be nice to have a few more as beautiful as Avatar. I had no clue what this movie was about before I saw it, other than the fact that it was about another planet called Pandora. So it surprised me when I found out that the underlying idea of this movie seems to be revolved around the point that humans are dick wads. Which pleased me, because face it, we are. The creativity in this movie sort of had me speechless. This film has literally been "in the making" since 1994, if that gives you any idea of how much thought has gone into it. They also created a new language for the species of "people". I saw it in 3D and honestly I don't think the difference between 2D and 3D is enough to warrant wearing those god-awful glasses for almost three hours (long, yes, but worth every second). I will be seeing it again, but in 2D, although if it was playing close enough to this shitty little Alabama town I would love to see it in IMAX which I'm sure is amazing. For those of you who like action movies, you haven't seen an epic battle until you see the one in Avatar. Can I go live on Pandora now? Please?

I give it five out of five, hands down, easily.



The Blind Side:
There are no crazy special effects in this movie, no huge action scenes, and actually a lot of southern, religious, sports-filled shit I usually have no interest in. But it was good. Very good. I totally cried. I really throughly enjoyed this movie, every second of it. Sandra Bullock was awesome (though I think she always is for the most part) and Quinton Aaron played a character so likable, I wanted to jump into the movie just so I could hug him. It's also based on a completely true story.

I give it five out of five, for completely different reasons than the ones for Avatar's score.

So if you have some free time on your hands this weekend, I would do my best to make it to both of these films. You won't regret it. I plan to finally see Precious, which has taken an awfully long time to make it to the small town I live in. I'm sure there won't be anything happy about that film, there certainly wasn't in the novel, but a story is worth hearing no matter how harsh it is.

Happy movie watching, buh bye.

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FIIIIIIRRRRETRUCKS, Donnie Darko, 80's music, I'm poor.

I have not one thing to write about, but many, and they are all completely un-related. Sooo, there's that.



- Jessica reminded me on my last post that I forgot about the firetruck. To which I say, holy hell, how could I have forgotten about the firetruck!? See, after we watched porn on Shawn's iPhone (it's in my Twitter timeline if you don't believe me) we got some Chinese food and while waiting on said food, we browsed through one of those Penny Saver type booklets full of car ads. Well, there was a firetruck for sale, for, I shit you not, $6,000. That's it, just a measly $6,000. This led to an array of jokes throughout the rest of the evening:

"Gosh, we really shouldn't drive anywhere drunk!"
"It's okay, we have a FIIIIIRRRRRETRUCK!!!!!!!"

"How are we going to fit that many people in the car?"
"It's no problem, we have a FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRETRUCK!!!!!!"

"Man I wish I could take that handicap space."
"Oh we can, because we have a FIIIIIRRRRRETRUCK!!!!!"

"There's a cat stuck in that tree."
"That's fine, we have a ladder, because we have a FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRETRUCK!!!!!"

And so on about the endless possibilities and solved situations one might find themselves in, if they had a FIIIIIIIIRRRRRRETRUCK. Maybe you had to have been there, but it was hilarious, and we couldn't stop laughing.

- I was having a nice Sunday the other day. I nice Sunday full of sleep. I was abruptly, rudely, horrifyingly, awakened, to what I thought was a jet engine falling through the ceiling of my room (I assume my subconscious pulled this from Donnie Darko). Whatever the jet-engine-propeller-like-noise was, it was loud and I pretty much assumed I was dead. In those split seconds I caught my dog huddled in a corner (instead of protectively positioning herself on top of me, like any good German Shepherd would do), and my cat fly into the water bowl, knocking that over, only to fly right back out onto the dresser, then onto my bed, then into the window, etc. After the full five seconds of impending-death-chaos, I realized the sound was coming from the fan. The ceiling fan. Something was stuck in it. That something was a Christmas tree balloon. Oh ver re action. I was not alone though, my aunt also thought the house was falling apart and I was dead. Because of a jet engine. Maybe we should stop watching Donnie Darko.

- Speaking of my subconscious, I've been having a lot of dreams lately. The last one I can remember is one in which I spend a lot of my time shopping at the DollarTree. I get a couple of everyday groceries until I come to the toothpaste section, where I get angry because I can't find cinnamon flavored toothpaste. I woke up shortly thereafter. I guess in this scenario my subconscious is trying to tell me that I'm poor, so I need to start shopping at the DollarTree, and that I am really honestly getting sick of the nasty peppermint flavored toothpaste that's currently sitting in my bathroom. Way to go brain!

- There is a dog that lives across the road from where I work. He always comes over to beg for food visit, but he never gets close to anyone, or allows anyone to touch him. Ever. For two years. The other day, he let me pet him, for a long time, without any coaxing on my part, in front of everyone. I feel like I have won some type of dog vs. Domino's employee battle, and I'm the most important soldier in the army. I also feel that no one else gives a shit.

- I opened my drop box (it's a Domino's term, you wouldn't know) today and found a little "come to Jesus" booklet. Actually it specifically said:

"You are loved! *MIDGET NOTE!* On the front which got me excited because I thought I had a secret admirer, but upon opening it...* "For God so loved you that he gave his only begotten son (Jesus Christ), that if you would believe (trust, rely, give up to, ask him to come in and take over) in Jesus, you would not perish (suffer for your own sin) but you will have everlasting life. He is the way, the truth, and the life, so when you ask Jesus into your heart, you have everlasting life and heaven becomes your new home!"

Then it tells you what to say to accept Jesus into your heart, tells you to find a church to go to, and blah blah blah. Firstly, I was pissed that it was not a secret admirer, secondly, I know this must be some big "Haha! Let's put the bible thumping pamphlet in the atheist's drop box!" joke, since all of my co-workers know about my religious views. Assholes.

- I was going through my old Twitter posts tonight and in one of them, I accidentally wrote "hear" instead of "here". Way to fail, self.

- Shazam reminded me that there is such a thing as the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Soundtrack, and ZOMG, it's downloading to my computer (ahem, legally) right this very second!

So, yeah, I'm off to go pretend I'm some 80's thug, killing and stealing in the sunny streets of Miami. Kthanksbye!

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I'm giving up for now.

Writing daily or even every other day is just not going to happen right now. I expect to bring this blog back up to full force once I live in Washington, DC. Or once I get internet at my house. Either one. Until then I'll continue to write of course, but they're gonna be pretty spaced out. Sorry to all (few) of you.

- It's December. Yesterday we had a mini hurricane and it was in the 50s, then jumped to the 70s, now it's back down to the 40s. What. The. Fuck.

- It's December. Possibly my favorite month?

- It's December. I still live here.

- Grrrrr.

- Thanksgiving was not nearly as awkward as I feared it would be. My tattoos and stretched earlobes are subjects I don't think some of my family members even knew about. They said not a thing about my sleeve and barely commented on the ears, to say "That's okay for the Africans, but not for you." Okay, I can handle that. Otherwise it was actually very nice.

- I have some time to pass, and I'm spending much of it reading, trying to immerse myself in the stories. I'm also sort of poor at the moment (trying to save and not spend) so I'm re-reading shit I already have. Mostly re-reading long shit. The Twilight saga (I know, I know), Harry Potter, Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials, Chronicles of Narnia, and if I get desperate enough I will try to read the entire bible (mostly for laughs). I started with Twilight. Those books make me want to fall in love with someone (again). It's completely ridiculous. The other stories will do the same. I remember being absolutely angry that Hogwarts wasn't a real place. The point of all this is to distract myself from reality. I have some waiting to do, and I'm impatient as fuck, so I think this is the best plan.

- While I'm not reading I'll be working and hating people, drinking with my friends in yet another attempt to escape reality, and sitting in front of the library stealing internet so I can write on this thing and download Christmas songs. Such a limited-activity-life.

- Jessica didn't know what scissoring was. Shawn and I were able to fix that with a 70's porn video on his iPhone. It. Was. Hilarious.

- If you wanna hang out with me all day you should follow me on Twitter. It's the same thing.

- My cat is probably getting lonely so I better go. See ya!

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