Okay... It seems as though I somehow misread and thought where it said WHEN I canceled my account was when it was up...
So I'm actually here until April 5th.
Hahaha.
So I'm actually here until April 5th.
Hahaha.
Well, it seems as though my account is up tomorrow.
Haven't been a part of the community for a while... Or all that much anyway... So I doubt anybody'll care.
You've all been great.
Sorry i don't have $50 lying around.
This'll be my last post here at all, prolly.
Ummm...
BOOBS
Haven't been a part of the community for a while... Or all that much anyway... So I doubt anybody'll care.
You've all been great.
Sorry i don't have $50 lying around.
This'll be my last post here at all, prolly.
Ummm...
BOOBS
So, I went and saw The Dark Knight sneak preview opening six minutes thing on IMAX on Thursday, and it was fan-fucking-tastic.
Like, amazingly sweet. I keep going through the scene in my head and I can't wait to see it again next weekend when I go see I Am Legend.
I'm pretty sure that I'll end up seeing The Dark Knight in theaters more than any other movie ever. After all, in my head I just wondered if I could see I Am Legend (which'll prolly suck) twice JUST for those six minutes.
I was also one of only two people in line who decided to dress as The joker had previously instructed his "Clowns" for other tasks...
Here's me afterwards, holding an issue of The Gotham Times that they handed out at the theater.
Also, here are two things I've been watching today.
The first ten minutes of Walk Hard:
http://rocklikecox.com/rottentomatoes/
And a musical number from Sweeney Todd:
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1575869&vid=193912
Like, amazingly sweet. I keep going through the scene in my head and I can't wait to see it again next weekend when I go see I Am Legend.
I'm pretty sure that I'll end up seeing The Dark Knight in theaters more than any other movie ever. After all, in my head I just wondered if I could see I Am Legend (which'll prolly suck) twice JUST for those six minutes.
I was also one of only two people in line who decided to dress as The joker had previously instructed his "Clowns" for other tasks...
Here's me afterwards, holding an issue of The Gotham Times that they handed out at the theater.
Also, here are two things I've been watching today.
The first ten minutes of Walk Hard:
http://rocklikecox.com/rottentomatoes/
And a musical number from Sweeney Todd:
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1575869&vid=193912
Sometimes I think that life may not be worth living... And then I remember Cheez-Its.
MMmmmmm...
MMmmmmm...
First blog in over a month.
Nobody cares. Haha.
Let's see... Went to awesome Decemberist concert, saw Cotrol tonight and that was okay, looking forward to No Country for Old Men next week.
Uhhh, and my Halloween sucked. Yep.
P.S. -
Nobody cares. Haha.
Let's see... Went to awesome Decemberist concert, saw Cotrol tonight and that was okay, looking forward to No Country for Old Men next week.
Uhhh, and my Halloween sucked. Yep.
P.S. -
Been almost a month since I posted a blog, so of course I will only tell you about what has happened in the last few hours.
Watched the second volume of R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet Hip-Hopera and enjoyed a good laugh with 6 friends.
Today, I spent a bunch of fucking money.
I haven't bought anything in over a week, really... Besides concert tickets to the Pipettes for Liz and I.
Let's see... I bought TitC and The Office season three for $50...
Bought two books I need for a class for almost $40...
And FINALLY just bought shoes for $40.
THAZ LIKE A MAJILLION BUKS!!!
Fuck me, I need a job.
Job me, I need a fuck too, actually!
I miss having my own computer, but I should be getting one very soon!
I miss the pornz and the artistic naked ladies that totally aren't porn. >__>
I also REALLY need to write. I had a cool idea for a short sci-fi story the other day, but I totally forget what it was. I also remember having a neat idea when I was about to fall asleep, but since I didn't have a pen nearby me, I saved a quick note on my cell phone....
It reads, "the press will have a field day!"
...
I'm a fucking genius.
Watched the second volume of R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet Hip-Hopera and enjoyed a good laugh with 6 friends.
Today, I spent a bunch of fucking money.
I haven't bought anything in over a week, really... Besides concert tickets to the Pipettes for Liz and I.
Let's see... I bought TitC and The Office season three for $50...
Bought two books I need for a class for almost $40...
And FINALLY just bought shoes for $40.
THAZ LIKE A MAJILLION BUKS!!!
Fuck me, I need a job.
Job me, I need a fuck too, actually!
I miss having my own computer, but I should be getting one very soon!
I miss the pornz and the artistic naked ladies that totally aren't porn. >__>
I also REALLY need to write. I had a cool idea for a short sci-fi story the other day, but I totally forget what it was. I also remember having a neat idea when I was about to fall asleep, but since I didn't have a pen nearby me, I saved a quick note on my cell phone....
It reads, "the press will have a field day!"
...
I'm a fucking genius.
I just read the synopsis of the Dark Knight panel at Wizard World that I missed since I'm in Jersey...
http://www.aintitcool.com/node/33653
I want to cry.
http://www.aintitcool.com/node/33653
I want to cry.
Awesomeness abounded on the internets while I went away to my friend Mike's house to play Halo.
http://www.scifi.com/scifiwire/index.php?id=43134 (OH MY SWEET TITTY FUCKING JESUS CHRIST PLEASE YES)
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809761737/video/3631941/ (Yay! Looks funmazing!)
And
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEBA7k70w7Q (Hahaha.)
http://www.scifi.com/scifiwire/index.php?id=43134 (OH MY SWEET TITTY FUCKING JESUS CHRIST PLEASE YES)
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809761737/video/3631941/ (Yay! Looks funmazing!)
And
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEBA7k70w7Q (Hahaha.)
Let's seeee...
Major updates are that I saw Danny Boyle on Monday and The Decemberists on Wednesday.
I won tickets to a pre-screening of Sunshine with a Q&A afterwards with director (and amwesome-person-being extraordinaire) Danny Boyle on Monday.
The film was awesome. A lot like The Fountain, but also completely different. In many opposite ways, actually. Good stuff.
Danny Boyle was really cool, too. Very energetic for just getting off of an airplane. Lots of hand gestures. He even made his answers to the stupid questions interesting. I raised my hand to bring up the extreme comparisons and clashing moments between the bright sun and the dark space/ship, the silent space and the shit happening on the ship, and then the moments of humor clashing with death, etc, etc, etc. I think I was going to mention how it was brave of him to do so because you can really fuck that stuff up easily... And was going to couple that with him making such a high concept movie on such a low budget... But, you know... The idea of saying all that scared me because Danny Boyle is awesome and I was scared I'd stutter. So, I raised my hand when they siad they had time for one question more only, because I knew I wouldn't get called on, but could at least lie to myself that I tried...
Anyway...
The Decemberists w/ Grant Park Orchestra show yesterday. That was cool.
Liz and her friends Janet, Shin-Wey, and Travis came over on the train at 10:40 and we came back to my dorm for an hour so Liz could rest, since she was all sickly and stuffs.
We got to the park thingy at, like, 12 something. The show was supposed to start at 6:30.
They made us leave the seat area at around 1 o'clock and we went to one of the two areas where we were told lines would be forming. We talked to a lot of people who ended up being pretty cool. We started to bond with them with an awesome game of Apples to Apples in which I was winning (against 9 people/groups) by two and a half. I say two and a half because the game was broken up when I totally would have gotten another card (Saddam Hussein for misunderstood).
It was broken up when the other line was being brought over. We ran to make sure we woud get in line at the front, where we deserved to, since we had waited just as long as the other people. Our group bonded more as crazy rabid Decemberists fans seeking our line-placing rights. We won out and got our rightful place (and super cool yellow wristbands!) because of our talking to and most likely scaring a security guy named Dave. If he wasn't going to let us in, I had planned on starting off asking him, "Why are you doing this, Dave?" in a monotone voice, and letting the 2001 reference go over his head before I would start getting really angry.
Anyway, then we stood in another line for two hours before we got to our seats.
We had to sit kinda back, behind the people with tickets, etc. At the last minute, very nearly literally, a row of old people sat directly in front of us. That was okay.
When the show started, Liz and I were upset that nobody was standing. I planned to do so in a bit. Then it started to rain and the old bitches in front of us pulled out a goddamn umbrella. That's when we stood. Eventually some people joined us. I mostly owe that to two blonde girls behind us. Then security came and told us to sit down. I said... Well, YELLED I would when they put their umbrellas away. Then Liz told me to sit because I'd get kicked out. I proceeded to talk about their vaginas and how dusty they were for a little while until the heavens parted...
No, the rain didn't stop then. Colin Meloy had seen what was going on, and he said that we could stand if we wanted to.
Liz and I, regardless of what everyone else was doing, stood throughout the rest of the concert. Except during I Was Meant for the Stage, in which we sat down and waved lighters in the air. I burned my hand trying to keep it up as long as I could (hehe?). Good times.
Oh, yeah, and when lightning struck the first time, all the old people in front of us quickly left. It was funny.
Then for the encore, Colin told us all to come up to the stage. We listened.
Everyone rushed to the stage for Sixteen Military Wives (preceeded by a cover of The Smiths' "Ask Me") and an awesome finale in which they performed Mariner's Revenge Song and lightning struck. When I screamed like I was being swallowed by a whale, I based my performance on Sir Nicolas Cage's award-winning performance in The Wicker Man. (No! Not my legs! My leeeeeeggggsss!!! ARRRRGHHH!!!)
Then it rained really fucking hard, and we walked back to my dorm and then Liz and company left for the train.
Good times that were more fun for me to have than for you to read. So, suck on that.
Major updates are that I saw Danny Boyle on Monday and The Decemberists on Wednesday.
I won tickets to a pre-screening of Sunshine with a Q&A afterwards with director (and amwesome-person-being extraordinaire) Danny Boyle on Monday.
The film was awesome. A lot like The Fountain, but also completely different. In many opposite ways, actually. Good stuff.
Danny Boyle was really cool, too. Very energetic for just getting off of an airplane. Lots of hand gestures. He even made his answers to the stupid questions interesting. I raised my hand to bring up the extreme comparisons and clashing moments between the bright sun and the dark space/ship, the silent space and the shit happening on the ship, and then the moments of humor clashing with death, etc, etc, etc. I think I was going to mention how it was brave of him to do so because you can really fuck that stuff up easily... And was going to couple that with him making such a high concept movie on such a low budget... But, you know... The idea of saying all that scared me because Danny Boyle is awesome and I was scared I'd stutter. So, I raised my hand when they siad they had time for one question more only, because I knew I wouldn't get called on, but could at least lie to myself that I tried...
Anyway...
The Decemberists w/ Grant Park Orchestra show yesterday. That was cool.
Liz and her friends Janet, Shin-Wey, and Travis came over on the train at 10:40 and we came back to my dorm for an hour so Liz could rest, since she was all sickly and stuffs.
We got to the park thingy at, like, 12 something. The show was supposed to start at 6:30.
They made us leave the seat area at around 1 o'clock and we went to one of the two areas where we were told lines would be forming. We talked to a lot of people who ended up being pretty cool. We started to bond with them with an awesome game of Apples to Apples in which I was winning (against 9 people/groups) by two and a half. I say two and a half because the game was broken up when I totally would have gotten another card (Saddam Hussein for misunderstood).
It was broken up when the other line was being brought over. We ran to make sure we woud get in line at the front, where we deserved to, since we had waited just as long as the other people. Our group bonded more as crazy rabid Decemberists fans seeking our line-placing rights. We won out and got our rightful place (and super cool yellow wristbands!) because of our talking to and most likely scaring a security guy named Dave. If he wasn't going to let us in, I had planned on starting off asking him, "Why are you doing this, Dave?" in a monotone voice, and letting the 2001 reference go over his head before I would start getting really angry.
Anyway, then we stood in another line for two hours before we got to our seats.
We had to sit kinda back, behind the people with tickets, etc. At the last minute, very nearly literally, a row of old people sat directly in front of us. That was okay.
When the show started, Liz and I were upset that nobody was standing. I planned to do so in a bit. Then it started to rain and the old bitches in front of us pulled out a goddamn umbrella. That's when we stood. Eventually some people joined us. I mostly owe that to two blonde girls behind us. Then security came and told us to sit down. I said... Well, YELLED I would when they put their umbrellas away. Then Liz told me to sit because I'd get kicked out. I proceeded to talk about their vaginas and how dusty they were for a little while until the heavens parted...
No, the rain didn't stop then. Colin Meloy had seen what was going on, and he said that we could stand if we wanted to.
Liz and I, regardless of what everyone else was doing, stood throughout the rest of the concert. Except during I Was Meant for the Stage, in which we sat down and waved lighters in the air. I burned my hand trying to keep it up as long as I could (hehe?). Good times.
Oh, yeah, and when lightning struck the first time, all the old people in front of us quickly left. It was funny.
Then for the encore, Colin told us all to come up to the stage. We listened.
Everyone rushed to the stage for Sixteen Military Wives (preceeded by a cover of The Smiths' "Ask Me") and an awesome finale in which they performed Mariner's Revenge Song and lightning struck. When I screamed like I was being swallowed by a whale, I based my performance on Sir Nicolas Cage's award-winning performance in The Wicker Man. (No! Not my legs! My leeeeeeggggsss!!! ARRRRGHHH!!!)
Then it rained really fucking hard, and we walked back to my dorm and then Liz and company left for the train.
Good times that were more fun for me to have than for you to read. So, suck on that.
