I haven't updated all month. What's my deal anyway?

I guiltily admit here that I've no lifted a finger to find a job in about a week. Meanwhile, I continue to tread water at GIE hoping that they'll not call me out and withdraw their generous grace period. I feel kind of fucked right now.

My life is sort of a mess at the moment. I feel like I'm constantly livng on the brink of disaster and I don't have the energy or sincere gumption to put things right. Its times like these that make me very glad to be medicated.

I've been guiltily indulging in pot lately. Charlie bought me a half ounce for my birthday and it went pretty fucking fast. It was shit though. Anyway...it's clear that grass fucks with the affectiveness of my Rx. I just love being high. I love watching TV high. I love listening to music high. I love jerking off high. Someimes I love reading high. Well, I've got about three bowl-fulls left and I can't afford to buy any more after that...so we'll see. Perhaps I'll feel better about things in general if I get out from under all the depressants that are nullifying the effects of my anti-depressants.

The above is a paragraph that reflects back to me that things have become pretty pathetic around these parts.

Speaking of pathetic -- because I'm a sucker for a hot segue -- Amanda came over for a shoot last night. I was pleased that she agreed. Did I expect that it would turn into a hot exchange of oral pleasin'? Maybe. But I *was* really serious about the shoot dammit. I got some okay pictures but nothing that's going to win me any prizes. Fuckin' exgirlfriends. I don't even feel anything for her anymore AND to make matters worse she moved into her newest boy's house. I had planned on ditching that trend in my love life but - well, you get to a point where you get action when you can. Besides -- he's a republican.

I was SUPPOSED to take pictures of the...

I haven't updated all month. What's my deal anyway?

I guiltily admit here that I've no lifted a finger to find a job in about a week. Meanwhile, I continue to tread water at GIE hoping that they'll not call me out and withdraw their generous grace period. I feel kind of fucked right now.

My life is sort of a mess at the moment. I feel like I'm constantly livng on the brink of disaster and I don't have the energy or sincere gumption to put things right. Its times like these that make me very glad to be medicated.

I've been guiltily indulging in pot lately. Charlie bought me a half ounce for my birthday and it went pretty fucking fast. It was shit though. Anyway...it's clear that grass fucks with the affectiveness of my Rx. I just love being high. I love watching TV high. I love listening to music high. I love jerking off high. Someimes I love reading high. Well, I've got about three bowl-fulls left and I can't afford to buy any more after that...so we'll see. Perhaps I'll feel better about things in general if I get out from under all the depressants that are nullifying the effects of my anti-depressants.

The above is a paragraph that reflects back to me that things have become pretty pathetic around these parts.

Speaking of pathetic -- because I'm a sucker for a hot segue -- Amanda came over for a shoot last night. I was pleased that she agreed. Did I expect that it would turn into a hot exchange of oral pleasin'? Maybe. But I *was* really serious about the shoot dammit. I got some okay pictures but nothing that's going to win me any prizes. Fuckin' exgirlfriends. I don't even feel anything for her anymore AND to make matters worse she moved into her newest boy's house. I had planned on ditching that trend in my love life but - well, you get to a point where you get action when you can. Besides -- he's a republican.

I was SUPPOSED to take pictures of the lovely Jem last week but she stood me up. I have no way of contacting her except wandering from my office down the street to where she works -- but that opportunity has not presented itself and besides, I hate visiting people at work.

I took a dozen rides on seven different rollercoasters on Sunday. Cedar Point's Hallo-weekends is the greatest thing that's happend to Ohio theme parks since the Beast at Kings Island. It was cold as fuck, especially at the top of the Mellinium's first hill, but the short, short lines made it all worth it. The longest line we stood in was for the Top Thrill Dragster --the newest -- and it was so worth it. Though -wow- one of the more terrifying moments of my life. THAT is what a coaster is supposed to do. Zero to 120 mph in nothing flat - that's how the experience begins. Impressive as hell if you ask me.

Well that's all random and useless enough for now. And now some long overdue reviews for the database.
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Resident Evil 2
This received a vicious response when it opened in theaters, which automatically lowered my expectations. Milla Jovovich returns (presumably because she had nothing else to do -- What ever happend to that music career?) to kick some biologically mutated zombie patoot in a sequel that amounts to more of the same. I'm okay with that. Ridiculous, but being based on a video game gives it that right. There is barely any dialogue because the action is so non-stop. The corporate-science engineered virus has infected the city and a forgettable team assemble with Jovovich to hatch an escape plan. The action is good and not so static that you have a hard time keeping up. The effects are strong and passably gross and Jovovich does the "kinda' topless" gag that she's been perfecting since Return to Blue Lagoon. Fleeting nipples aside, this is a giddy dumb popcorn movie that kept me thoroughly entertained. ***

Coffee and Cigarettes
Though it sometimes seems like a film school student's homage to Jim Jarmusch's style rather than an actual Jarmusch film Cand C is a silly lark of an experience. In seperately titled vingettes are brief experiences with people (usually two) who are sitting around drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and in many cases talking about drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. There are lots of fun casting choices: Bill Murray and the Wu Tang Klan, Meg and Jack White, Iggy Pop and Tom Waits. A thread of familiarity runs through the movie so that certain concepts and words pop up again and again. Cute - but what's the point? The same can be said of the entire movie. It is funny and far more accessible than most Jarmusch films, but it doesn't aspire to do much more than make you half-smile to yourself. ** 1/2