I Don't Give a Fuck Jones

I am so totally bored at work I am actually writing on my blog.

So you want to hear a confession? For fun I like to go read the birth announcements in the Pennysaver and make fun of what people name their children and pity the babes who must grow up with such dull names as Kyle. I know, what a gripping life I do lead.

So have you heard I been sacked? It’s true. Nepotism has bitten me right on the ass. Seems the boss promised his in the closet son a job for the summer so I am out the door by the end of next week. If anyone hears of any openings, let me know. Will sell soul for tuition.

Take Me Out

I must say I had one amazing weekend...

Started off Friday night with the amazing Sea coming in to stay with me. Saturday we picked up Deb and it was off to the city for some Potter action at the Lincoln Center Imax. Seeing the movie at Imax was definitely odd, but having seen it before, it allowed me to focus on other details around the main scene that I didn’t notice before. It was worth every penny.

Later that night was a rockin party thrown by the fabulous Matt in honour of his birthday. Sea, Deb and I met Happy, Matt and the gang down in the West Village for some Mexican food and some rather large margaritas then headed over to Luke and Leroy’s for some hippster dancing. It was all pretty damn fun, pretty damn amusing and just all around silly.

Sunday was beach day. Happy came back to LI (“It’s very… suburban”) with us Sat night and early in the morning (yeah right) we headed out to the beach at Centerport. Can you believe that snooty beach charged us 15 bucks? After “praying to the sun god” for a couple of hours we hit a diner and Sea and Happy drove home giving Deb and I just enough time to play a little tennis before collapsing into catatonia.

Now it is back to work. Or back to writing emails rather.

Something Wicked This Way Comes II

This upcoming weekend I might go see Potter again but at the Imax in Lincoln Center. How amazing is that going to be? It will be like I am actually at Hogwarts. Well, maybe not...
What I neglected to mention about the movie is that I thought it was very... sexy sort of. So much more real, you could feel the hormones raging in these youths. And Harry, oh lord, I will stop right there lest I sound too much like a certain friend of mine. But needless so say, if the producers don't keep on with our Harry, this fan is going so be incredibly disappointed.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Amazing. Brilliant. Wonderful.

Took my brother to go see it this afternoon and we were blown away. There was no moment I was not riveted. I might be slightly biased. Gotten a little more pleasure out of it than a person who did not read the books. But that is your loss and I am relishing in the after glow of really great movie.

Go see it. You won't be disappointed.

What do I want to see next? De'lovely June 25th w/o question. Stepford Wives. I, Robot. Series of Unfortunate Events. The Incredibles. Saved. King Arthur. The Village. The Terminal...

Tears For Fears

Add it to the list friends. I actually found myself getting a little teary eyed over that damn dog finally coming home on the Mastercard commercial.

It's Just a Little Light Entertainment, Embrace It

How come it seems that everything said while under the influence of alcohol is a stroke of genius? Friday night’s fest of substandard red wine ended in these conclusions:

There is no need to be a pretentious fuck. Part of something being good is for it to be enjoyable. Thus French New Wave Art House Shite, no good. Why? Not enjoyable. Just because you understand it, does not mean you have to insist you like it. Embrace the fact you have seen the Spice Girls movie 8 times.

Movies should have a reason for being. Don’t make me sit there for 2 hours and then leave me with nothing Robert Altman.

And yes, I get it; your white canvas represents the emptiness of today’s disenfranchised youth. Bite me.