First thing I see when I walk out the door today is the guy looking like he was interested in breaking into my car. Fortunately, alcohol is usually more of a ceremonious touch to mark the success of a crime well-done, e.g. Danny Ocean's crew. This guy went all "cart-before-the-horse" and face-before-the-sneakers, slamming his head out onto the sidewalk right in front of a cop... Read More
Alright Easter, thanks for fuckin' wit the program. Sunday's where I ritualistically read, eat bacon, drink coffee, and flirt with the cute waitress. Thanks for leaving Boston Market (the extended family of all vagrants) on the table.
"Mummmmy, There's a Lincoln log in me sock drawer. It's the story of Jesus."
-William Melvin Hicks
I want to punch turbo tax square in the internerd for fuckin' up the format. It's puff puff give, son. Last year I rocked the shit out in less than an hour. This year I gotta go to one of those H&R blocks that used to be an ihop. And I'd rather be eating pancakes while they're doing my taxes.
That's one of Woody's most underrated works. I'm also giving Deconstructing Harry another crack and it was better than I remember. I almost shook the shit out of one of my colleagues for admitting that he never saw a Woody Allen film. At least once a year get real serious about his films and re-watch as many as a can before I turn into an agoraphobic as a result. I think 7 is a good recommended cut-off.
Then go into zombie food ration mode and parse it as you see fit. I never really paid it a whole lot of mind, but I guess I'm a glutinous peanut-butter eatin' motherfucka. I'm humbled in my ignorance of the Chilean importation of George Washington Carver's finest of discoveries.