if your pants are Wal-Mart prices, then I am dropping them
you won't let those robots defeat me I really think they should be using that Flaming Lips song "Yoshimi Battle the Pink Robots, Pt. 1" in the Matrix or the upcoming Terminator movie. That would be fun.
Review from my pal Scott
This weekend we saw About Schmidt. It starred a famous actor named Jack Nicholson. You may remember him from movies like "Wolf" and "Anger Management". In it he is sad and goes on an adventure through which be becomes sadder and sadder. Then at some point we see Kathy Bate's boobies and butt. Kathy bates is a famous Hollywood starlet, you may remember her from such TV appearances as "The Love Boat" and "Cagney and Lacey". It uses a very clever narrative device to carry the story, and made me cry at the end, though I must admit I was perhaps a couple of sheets to the wind. It's a long movie. About a bottle of wine's worth.
I think this movie had a very good story and good acting. There were not any special effects and very little swearing. I give it 3 greedo action figures out of 4.
NASCAR Here you go - the only robot journal reference to NASCAR. The story is that when my grandfather was younger, he was getting picked on by Lee Petty, who was Richard Petty's father. Granddad's brother saw that his little brother was getting picked on, so they decided to team up together. They ran into Lee Petty one day and granddad's brother said, "we can't fight back on our own, but together we can beat you up".
And they did.
Nascar divers: don't mess with my family.
If I become a mass murderer, you'll recognize my M.O. this way -or- two things I saw within 10 minutes in my neighborhood
I went home for lunch the other day. It was stupid, but I had been having DSL issues that morning, and wanted to work from that night - so I had to see if the DSL'er was working then. I get off the train and I hear yelling - not a good sign. Across the street from me is a couple of vans with cones around them and they are doing stuff to the street. Oddly, I didn't see any sign on the side of the vans (we can assume then that they were, yes, terrorists). A few guys are hanging around doing stuff - rolling cables, looking at dirt, scratching. Then there is the yelling guy, who I am assuming works with these fellows. He is yelling in his phone at the top of his lungs. He is a muscular Henry Rollins sized NYC redneck type. "F*ck you you f*cking bitch. You bitch bitch, f*cking bitch eat my ass you bitch fucker bitch" and on and on and on.
and on and on and on.
He was holding the phone away from his mouth and just yelling in it. All the neighborhood folks are standing around with their mouths agape and shielding their children's ears.
It made me, furious (watch out - emotion!). I wanted to take a metal pipe to this guy's jaw. Just bash him. Bam.
(so, if there is ever a rash of people getting hit by pipes, it might be me)
Then, I am walking up the street to my pad. The sun has actually come out for once (it's been like rainy rainy every day here). These two guys in hospital gear walk past me and I hear one of them say: "As soon as the sun comes out, so do all the booties". (actually, I am not sure if it was "boobies" or "booties")
As the one guy says this, he sorta points across the street to a woman, as if to prove his point. I realize that the woman who they are using as their example is neighborhood woman walking with what is probably her grand child. I mean, I am sure she is a lovely person and great mother or grandmother, but she was easily late 40's / early 50's, and well, just looked like someone who could be someone's grandmother.
I kept wondering if these guys just like older women wearing sweat suits and walking their grand kids.
