Woke up around seven this Sunday
morning and after draining my bladder and then my balls, I laid in bed and read
some of The Lavender Screen by Boze Hadleigh. Interesting read. Got bored with
that and played some Gameboy. Fixed breakfast; diced fruit covered in honey and
a cup of black coffee. Originally, I was going to stay home and type out that
new script Porno and work on editing my film Crossed Wires but instead, I went
to the movies.
Dressed fabulously and took the bus to the El Con Mall. I think Tucson has three malls, but El Con is a mall filled with nothing. I mean, it is a full-sized mall that consists of a Macy's, a J. C. Penney's, and nothing else. All the shops, all fifty of them are closed with blank marquees. Like a bad Dawn of the Dead set. But, there is a remarkable state-of-the-art cinema behind it, which makes it all right.
I purchased my ticket from the frumpy fat girl with the canker sore on her lip and entered the theater. The first film I saw was The Jacket starring Adrian Brody. Wow, what a honker on that guy. The film itself had good intentions but it just didn't quite do it for me.
The Jacket was about a Gulf War Soldier who gets discharged and sent home after getting shot in the head by an Iraqi brat. He's hitchhiking with a cop killer and after the cop killer kills a cop, Adrien Brody gets the blame and is sent to the booby hatch where psycho doctor Kris Kristofferson performs "tests" on him. The test consists of throwing Brody into a strait jacket, pumping him full of drugs, and shoving him into a morgue closet. Where Brody slips through time. Right. I enjoyed the look of the film but 12 Monkeys and the book Slaughterhouse 5 are a lot better. Ho-hum.
Next, I snuck in to see Robots. The kids that packed the house loved it. It was okay, but the trailer to Revenge of the Sith was awesome. Drool. When Ewan McGregor, who played the lead Rodney Copperbottom in Robots talked, I closed my eyes and could tell. But, he does have a very convincing American accent.
On the way home, I was getting on the bus and it was packed. The only seat left was next to David. Yes, David, that rat-fink asshole. I don't know where his fat wife and moppet were. I decided to stand and face the front, but I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head.
Returned home and microwaved me a bowl of chili and played my GameBoy. The New Droid Army. It's a tuff little game. Damn you, Dooku!
Dressed fabulously and took the bus to the El Con Mall. I think Tucson has three malls, but El Con is a mall filled with nothing. I mean, it is a full-sized mall that consists of a Macy's, a J. C. Penney's, and nothing else. All the shops, all fifty of them are closed with blank marquees. Like a bad Dawn of the Dead set. But, there is a remarkable state-of-the-art cinema behind it, which makes it all right.
I purchased my ticket from the frumpy fat girl with the canker sore on her lip and entered the theater. The first film I saw was The Jacket starring Adrian Brody. Wow, what a honker on that guy. The film itself had good intentions but it just didn't quite do it for me.
The Jacket was about a Gulf War Soldier who gets discharged and sent home after getting shot in the head by an Iraqi brat. He's hitchhiking with a cop killer and after the cop killer kills a cop, Adrien Brody gets the blame and is sent to the booby hatch where psycho doctor Kris Kristofferson performs "tests" on him. The test consists of throwing Brody into a strait jacket, pumping him full of drugs, and shoving him into a morgue closet. Where Brody slips through time. Right. I enjoyed the look of the film but 12 Monkeys and the book Slaughterhouse 5 are a lot better. Ho-hum.
Next, I snuck in to see Robots. The kids that packed the house loved it. It was okay, but the trailer to Revenge of the Sith was awesome. Drool. When Ewan McGregor, who played the lead Rodney Copperbottom in Robots talked, I closed my eyes and could tell. But, he does have a very convincing American accent.
On the way home, I was getting on the bus and it was packed. The only seat left was next to David. Yes, David, that rat-fink asshole. I don't know where his fat wife and moppet were. I decided to stand and face the front, but I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head.
Returned home and microwaved me a bowl of chili and played my GameBoy. The New Droid Army. It's a tuff little game. Damn you, Dooku!
2 comments:
I'm sooooo gonna cook something for you someday!
Well now, had I known you were a SW fan sooner...well, nothing really but ya hoo. I saw that trailer (downloaded it). I, too, play SW games (the whole reason I bought an xbox was to play the SW games that PS2 doesn't have). If I'm lucky and not too stoned I'll have my "Jedi" recurring dream. It's a favorite. But being a SW isn't really why I respect you - it's because you didn't take the seat next to "he who I will not name". fuck UM. Let him stare - at your backside cause "bitch, you don't deserve that so enjoy"...
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