random crap

talk about pissing you off...
how about typing for 20 minutes on one of these and having the page recycle to see that everything you just typed is gone. now i gotta go and try to be all witty and shit all over again...

what has an afro, a fuzzy mustache and can speak in more dialects than collin ferrell?
...well, donald southerland, of course. the film gods were slapping me on the back this weekend, cause i somehow ended up with 3 southerland movies in my mailbox. nothing makes me happier than to corner my roommate in the living room and watch him squirm when a scary movie is playing. he tends to get caught up pretty easily when a good film is in the dvd player and i got him stuck in the lazyboy when 'invasion of the body snatchers' had just started. this is a true classic and in my opinion, better than the original. back in the days when suspense really was. no giving away who the killer was in the first 30 seconds of the film, no silly teenage scream queens and little to no special effects. i remember seeing this as a child and being terrified at the screams the aliens would belt out when they found a human. truly terrifying. i also ended up watching 'eye of the needle', from the ken follet novel. a bit more romance than i was expecting, but still great. and finally, 'the great train robbery'. if you haven't seen this one, pick it up tomorrow. great heist film with sean 'i was the best damn bond ever' connery and a lovely leslie-anne down. all top rate films. i mixed them all up with a little bourne supremacy this afternoon, which was very well done. but if you're going to catch this film, make sure you bring a liberal supply of dramamine. and i prefer to take that rectally...

the quick link every texan has on their desktop...
the weather channel - there are a few certain things in life here in texas.
- it's big
- so is women's hair
- most of us are pretty nice
- masturbation is fun (sorry, i'm getting off track)
- it's hot

so if you've never been to texas, think of it as our own little spot on the 7th circle and we've just pissed off mr. alighieri (unless you're moderatly well read and you know that hell really isn't hot). we really only have 3 seasons here in texas. summer, which happens 9 out of the 12 months, a bit of spring and a shorter bit of fall. june is odd, cause the last bunch of years, you'd think that noah was back for a sequel with the amount of rain we've gotten and then july rolls around and you remember what hot really is. and it doesn't seem so bad until you get in your car after a day at work when it's been sitting in the sun all day and it only takes 9 hours and 4 spatulas to remove what's left of your legs and fingers from the leather you thought would be so cool to have in the car cause ironically, you always end up buying a new car in february when it's a cool 65 degrees outside and you have no concept of what hot is.

i only bring this up, cause someone must have been listening when i said 'i'd give my left nut for some cool weather' and it only reached 82 today. it was like antarctica in texas. people were breaking out their snow tires, building fires in the fireplace and putting up christmas lights. i took it as a sign to ride and dobra and i took in the nicest day we've had in 4 months.

were you dropped on your head to much as a child?
i've had numerous comments about the preview listings i've posted as of late. you'll see that i added another there to the right tonight, and no, there's nothing wrong with me. just because i like to watch a movie that would cause some people to tinkle on themselves doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me. I LIKE HORROR MOVIES. get that straight, people.

i'm not gay, but i play a gay man in my bathroom
so i stepped into my bathroom on friday morning and realized that i hadn't bought a new towel, bathmat or shower curtain since my grandmother took me to target when i was 22 right after being kicked out of lubbock. i've reached a point in my life that i realized that i need to start shopping in places that don't sell furniture that require me to put together myself. i don't know if it's a right of passage into a young mans life or a monetary sign of stability, but i decided to go somewhere other than target or wal-mart to buy some new dressings for the bathroom and some new sheets. the towels and shower curtain had gotten a bit flimsy and opaque after the amount of washings and use and the idea of having someone walk in and see my impression of marilyn monroe singing for the president didn't sound that appealing, so i decided to take out a 3rd mortgage on the house and buy some new digs. $300 dollars later, i had had been moved up into the top five favorite shoppers of the week at crate and barrel and now my bathroom is green and my sheets finally have stripes that run vertically instead of horizontally, so i don't look so fat when laying in bed. normally, i would have ended up at penneys or some other department store, but i hear that harisson shops at crate and barrel and we all know that you don't get more manly than that . . .