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Subject lines are my white whale. Don't ask.

I watched the finest little piece of cheese you'll ever see last night (no, not Jessica Simpson) - Can't Buy Me Love. What a tremendous movie, which involves absolutely no thinking at all. Patrick Dempsey is perfect, Amanda Peterson is way hot and then careerwise apparently disappears of the face of the Earth, and even Gerardo is in it (that's right ... Rico Suave). What's not to like?

Two people I went to school with have contacted me in the past month. Weird thing is, I haven't talked to either of them in at least 15 years. Very cool, and very odd. Is it 1985? I'm going to see The Fixx play in July, so maybe it is. If only Billy Idol would return my calls. Bastid.

I think I'm going to keep a running count of stupid things people do on the roads. I'd imagine I'm going to need a calculator to keep track. Scary.

Had a nice dream about tornadoes last night. I'm sure there's some hidden meaning to running from tornadoes in a dream. I'm expecting the Wizard to show up any second now, and flying monkeys, too. Hopefully, they won't come out of my ... well, you know the saying.

Is there anything better than getting woken up by a cat hurling? I didn't think so. Next up would be getting woken up by the house alarm. Third would be getting woken up by Milton Berle.

Ok, people, so you don't like Ronald Reagan, but now is not the time to criticize him - have some respect for the deceased and his family. And for those of you that DO like Reagan, he's not going on Mt. Rushmore. Everyone needs to take a chill pill on this thing. Crimeny.

I think I've gotten the "I'm new here" excuse 4 times in the past week. Uh, that doesn't excuse you being an IDIOT! Either suck it up and figure it out, or do something else. Did I say crimeny yet?

Hey, I don't have a song that makes me want to top myself today. Joy! I guess those tornadoes cleared up my head a bit. Maybe now I can remember how to put on my socks.

Chickens? What chickens?

We're continuing on with this blog stuff. It fills a good ten minutes of my daily life, which is necessary.

I just found out this weekend that a good friend of mine has NEVER seen the Willy Wonka movie. I've alerted the proper authorities. I figure she'll be well on her way back to whatever planet she's from fairly soon.

I have a tendency to get "Paul Revere" by the Beastie Boys stuck in my head. When I was in high school, I used to listen to that song relentlessly, and I think I'm paying for it now. That, or all of the illicit drugs I've done are having their way with my head.

Just when you think TV couldn't suck enough ... the summer season is here!

I like to play games with myself physically. No, not those kind of games - get your head out of the gutter! I'm talking about eating a pound of cheese, then a box of Raisin Bran, just to see what happens.

Dunno if you've seen Scott Weiland lately, but he'd be my best bet in the Death Pool. Yikes! Saw the new Velvet Revolver video, and he looks worse than Heidi Fleiss. Not good. Not good at all. Someone should get him a copy of Layne Staley's last days, quick.

Checked the movie 28 Grams the other night. Interesting stuff. I really liked the way they did the sequences out of order, but it kind of dragged in some places. I have a hard time looking at Naomi Watts without seeing images of The Ring, too, which is too bad. She's hecka hot. Both Sean Penn and Benicio have something about them that's just fascinating to watch. Can't really put my finger on it, but it's there. Give it a rental if you haven't checked it.

Ok, that's it for now. My stream of consciousness is just a creek (prounounced 'crick' where I'm from) right now.