Well, the week with Brian is over. I'm sad. We did have fun though. Drove into Miami for a day. It was pretty rad. Miami rules so much, they even have Will Smith and Shaq standing at the city limits saying hi to everyone, giving out free tickets to a Miami Heat game or to see I, Robot. I'm kind of pissed I'm broke, because I would have liked to stay longer instead of shooting back so I could work. Which I did. Every day. I can say that it did give Brian time to go exploring for himself. We did get a chance to catch up on movies we missed, so I've got a couple reviews too.
Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. Fucking hillarious. This will be on my dvd shelf the day it comes out. Unfortunately, the realization came to me (after bluntly being pointed out) that I am Harold. It makes me sad because I hate being the way I am, and I hate it even more when portrayed on a 80 foot screen. I give it a 9 out of 10 despite the last fact with a +.5 for every time a wild animal used as transportation. 9.5 out of 10.
I, Robot. Fucking awesome. Also going in the collection. Graphics and effects were kick ass, interaction between the cgi and actors was near spotless, and the story... while predictable... was pretty good. Could have done without Big Will Style all nakkers on screen. This gets a 9 out of 10, but minus .5 for every visable man-cheek. 8.5 out of 10.
Manchurian Canidate. Pretty good. Very story driven with not too much action. Just enough to keep you interested. Clocking in at over 2 hours, I was interested for the better part of this movie and didn't mind the lengthy run time. Because it's a very talky (if that's a word) movie, there's a lot of close-ups. Densel, if you read this, two words... Exfoliation Cream. Pours that you could skateboard in. It was a little too predictable but good none the less. This gets a 9 out of 10 minus .5 for every incestuous act and minus .5 for the cheesy News Channel graphics.... 8 out of 10.
That is it for movies. All three were fantastic. Go see them.
Now for the downside of my week. I have been trying to sell my truck for about 2 weeks to a month now. I've gotten a couple calls but no dice. Well, on Thursday, I got what seemed like a promising inquiry. If Joe Pesci and Baby Huey were to have a baby and then peed on it, you would get this guy. He's some fucking Guido with about ten brain cells left. His plan is to buy my truck and then drive it back to NY and sell it there. Well, from like friday to today this jerk-off has had me running ragged all around south florida to help him get his shit in order. Saturday, Brian and I moved furniture all morning. He doesn't listen to shit so when I had to go to work, he kept trying to get me to run one more load over. He's calling me like every 2 hours begining at 7 in the morning. He's on his cell phone yelling about different "deals" all day and he's trying to get me into his life, like I'm a good friend to have. Well, I am, but I'm not going to be stealing any trucks full of cigarettes for anyone. He's trying to get me into his apartment, he's trying to get me his friends car, he's trying to get me a job at a friends club, and he's trying to by my truck. All of these things would be wonderful things if they weren't so fucking shady. I don't do things for people because I'll expect something back later on, I do them because I like people and want to help them. Well, this guy doesn't see things that way. I've busted my ass helping his girlfriend move all weekend and he's slowly gyping me out of cash. Day one wasn't so bad. Brian and I both got paid for our services, and he put 10 bucks in gas in my truck. Day two was worse. He got some other guy to help which was good, but he stiffed me the gas and ten bucks. Today was brutal. I didn't get any cash, I paid for my own gas, and I've driven him all the way to south Ft Lauderdale and back. Then when I get back, he wants me to drive some more stuff up to West Palm Beach. An hour away.
The best part about all this? His offer on my truck. My plan for the truck was to sell it for 2500, but could be talked down to 2200. I'd take 2000 for it but I'd be taking my radio out. The absoloute lowest not only I want to go, but actually can go is 1900. To buy a 1000 dollar car, it would take another 800 to put it on the road. So with all that in mind, take a guess on how much he's trying to get me to sell my truck for. I'll give you a minute to think about it.
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1250.
My reply was a strong 'Fuck that'. I'm not going to drop the price over 1200 dollars because, and I quote, "Come on, you know, as a favor for me". I wouldn't even drop the price like that for my actual friends, let alone some goombah that thinks cause I need the cash, I'll be some push over. I'm sick of this guy. I'm sick of his bull shit. I just want him to leave and to stop calling me. Oh, and I've also given up 6 hours of work for this guy because he's supposed to be paying me what I'd be making extra.
At least I got to hang with Brian all week, and my brother is planning on visiting too... hell yeah.
Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. Fucking hillarious. This will be on my dvd shelf the day it comes out. Unfortunately, the realization came to me (after bluntly being pointed out) that I am Harold. It makes me sad because I hate being the way I am, and I hate it even more when portrayed on a 80 foot screen. I give it a 9 out of 10 despite the last fact with a +.5 for every time a wild animal used as transportation. 9.5 out of 10.
I, Robot. Fucking awesome. Also going in the collection. Graphics and effects were kick ass, interaction between the cgi and actors was near spotless, and the story... while predictable... was pretty good. Could have done without Big Will Style all nakkers on screen. This gets a 9 out of 10, but minus .5 for every visable man-cheek. 8.5 out of 10.
Manchurian Canidate. Pretty good. Very story driven with not too much action. Just enough to keep you interested. Clocking in at over 2 hours, I was interested for the better part of this movie and didn't mind the lengthy run time. Because it's a very talky (if that's a word) movie, there's a lot of close-ups. Densel, if you read this, two words... Exfoliation Cream. Pours that you could skateboard in. It was a little too predictable but good none the less. This gets a 9 out of 10 minus .5 for every incestuous act and minus .5 for the cheesy News Channel graphics.... 8 out of 10.
That is it for movies. All three were fantastic. Go see them.
Now for the downside of my week. I have been trying to sell my truck for about 2 weeks to a month now. I've gotten a couple calls but no dice. Well, on Thursday, I got what seemed like a promising inquiry. If Joe Pesci and Baby Huey were to have a baby and then peed on it, you would get this guy. He's some fucking Guido with about ten brain cells left. His plan is to buy my truck and then drive it back to NY and sell it there. Well, from like friday to today this jerk-off has had me running ragged all around south florida to help him get his shit in order. Saturday, Brian and I moved furniture all morning. He doesn't listen to shit so when I had to go to work, he kept trying to get me to run one more load over. He's calling me like every 2 hours begining at 7 in the morning. He's on his cell phone yelling about different "deals" all day and he's trying to get me into his life, like I'm a good friend to have. Well, I am, but I'm not going to be stealing any trucks full of cigarettes for anyone. He's trying to get me into his apartment, he's trying to get me his friends car, he's trying to get me a job at a friends club, and he's trying to by my truck. All of these things would be wonderful things if they weren't so fucking shady. I don't do things for people because I'll expect something back later on, I do them because I like people and want to help them. Well, this guy doesn't see things that way. I've busted my ass helping his girlfriend move all weekend and he's slowly gyping me out of cash. Day one wasn't so bad. Brian and I both got paid for our services, and he put 10 bucks in gas in my truck. Day two was worse. He got some other guy to help which was good, but he stiffed me the gas and ten bucks. Today was brutal. I didn't get any cash, I paid for my own gas, and I've driven him all the way to south Ft Lauderdale and back. Then when I get back, he wants me to drive some more stuff up to West Palm Beach. An hour away.
The best part about all this? His offer on my truck. My plan for the truck was to sell it for 2500, but could be talked down to 2200. I'd take 2000 for it but I'd be taking my radio out. The absoloute lowest not only I want to go, but actually can go is 1900. To buy a 1000 dollar car, it would take another 800 to put it on the road. So with all that in mind, take a guess on how much he's trying to get me to sell my truck for. I'll give you a minute to think about it.
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1250.
My reply was a strong 'Fuck that'. I'm not going to drop the price over 1200 dollars because, and I quote, "Come on, you know, as a favor for me". I wouldn't even drop the price like that for my actual friends, let alone some goombah that thinks cause I need the cash, I'll be some push over. I'm sick of this guy. I'm sick of his bull shit. I just want him to leave and to stop calling me. Oh, and I've also given up 6 hours of work for this guy because he's supposed to be paying me what I'd be making extra.
At least I got to hang with Brian all week, and my brother is planning on visiting too... hell yeah.