tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57530402011-04-21T16:58:13.188-05:00DRIFTING ALONG WITH THE TUMBLING TUMBLEWEEDSSometimes there's a man who, well, he's the man for his time and place, he fits right in there, and thats the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man, and the Dude was certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the running for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man...sometimes there's a man. Whoa, I lost my train of thought there. But aw hell, I done introduced him enough.Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-44476402080436487202008-03-15T23:53:00.004-05:002008-03-16T00:09:59.535-05:00“I saw a happy man, whose cherished dream had so obviously come true, who had attained his goal in life, had gotten what he wanted, who was content with his fate and with himself. For some reason there had always been something sad mixed with my thoughts about human happiness, but now, at the sight of a happy man, I was overcome by an oppressive feeling close to despair…Just look at this life; Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-67123637291229150612008-03-15T03:29:00.005-05:002008-03-15T03:45:19.628-05:00THE AWE-INSPIRING BEAUTY OF MICHAEL CHABON, HOPEFULLY TYPO-FREELater, after the world had been torn in half, and the Amazing Cavalieri and his blue tuxedo were to be found only in the gilt-edged pages of deluxe photo albums on the coffee tables of the Upper West Side, Joe would sometimes find himself thinking about the pale-blue envelope from Prague. He would try to imagine its contents, Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-23281823969416316772007-04-20T19:55:00.000-05:002007-04-20T20:26:14.447-05:00"It rained all morning, and then it cleared up in the afternoon. And that's it. I almost remembered something else, but it's gone."I don't think my brain works anymore, assuming that it ever really worked to begin with. I distinctly remember thinking about things and holding opinions on various matters, and even when all else failed I could talk endlessly about popular culture. But now, I've Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1168824427801166082007-01-14T19:17:00.000-06:002007-01-16T20:25:02.800-06:00Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested but I'm not that interested but IWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1164514435625879132006-11-25T22:08:00.000-06:002006-11-25T22:18:34.253-06:00Two mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.JIMMY'S TOY BOXFor the last few weeks I've been working at Citibank processing checks, and as dull as that sounds I guarantee you that, in Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1161311587536513132006-10-19T21:18:00.000-05:002006-10-19T21:41:54.043-05:00I called a temp agency once and they were like "Well, do you have any phone skills?" I was like "um...I called you didn't I?"-Zach GalifianakisLOST ANGELESFor sometime I'd been planning on writing something about how crazy life in Los Angeles is compared to life in the Midwest. And while it certainly is, I don't think that news is going to come as a galloping shock to anyone. Yeah, there's a Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1156829719440125092006-08-28T23:14:00.000-05:002006-08-29T00:44:05.940-05:00Thanks for coming. My name's Harry Lockhart, I'll be your narrator. Welcome to L.A. Welcome to the party. Now that I'm in L.A. I go to parties--the kind where if a girl is named Jill she spells it J-Y-L-L-E, that bullshit. By now you may wonder how I wound up here...or maybe not, maybe you wonder how Silly Putty picks shit up from comic books. Point is, I don't see another Goddamn narrator,Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1152176096937752262006-07-06T03:33:00.000-05:002006-07-06T03:54:57.056-05:00“Water’s wet. The sky’s blue. Women have secrets. Who gives a fuck?”-Shane BlackWhenever I write I like to have something on in the background. Movie. Music. Whatever. I don’t know why. Some people might find it distracting. Personally, I like to think that it helps me concentrate. In reality, I could probably get a lot more done if I didn’t have to look up every few seconds to see Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1146034774051530742006-04-26T00:53:00.000-05:002006-04-26T02:06:52.566-05:00I mean, that sounds gay. I just want you to know this is like the first conversation of like three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like...there's this and then in a year it's like, "Oh you know, I kinda wanna, ya know, get back out there but I think I like guys," and then there's the big, "Oh I'm I'm a gay guy now."-40 Year Old VirginYOU KNOW HOW I KNOW YOU'RE GAY?I have decided, forWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1143537109484514862006-03-28T02:18:00.000-06:002006-03-28T03:39:27.416-06:00There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade.And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all.And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide,Lying awake at nightWELCOME TO THE DESERT OF THE REALOver the past several months I’ve come to realize that real-life relationships bear only a vague resemblance to fictionalized, movie-relationships. I suppose this is a lesson that Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1142293518099052802006-03-13T16:39:00.000-06:002006-03-13T17:56:05.350-06:00It appears that countless women born between the years of 1965 and 1978 are in love with John Cusack. I cannot fathom how he isn’t the number-one box-office star in America, because every straight girl I know would sell her soul to share a milkshake with that motherfucker. For upwardly mobile women in their twenties and thirties, John Cusack is the neo-Elvis. But here’s what none of these Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1129789312168983662005-10-20T01:16:00.000-05:002005-10-20T01:30:02.403-05:00ALLISON MARRIED KEVIN. I'M FINE NOWI was going to write a long, drawn-out entry filled with sage-like wisdom and movie quotes that would begin with a seemingly obscure comment and eventually circle back to the exact same idea, only by the end of the post you would know precisely what that comment meant, giving you an entirely new perspective on the entry as a whole. But, truth be told, I've hadWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1127114720412465622005-09-19T01:51:00.000-05:002005-09-19T02:30:46.440-05:00TOMORROW AND TOMORROW AND TOMORROWA while back I said that I was going to post on my blog whenever Zach Braff posted on his. Since I made that statement two things have happened. One, it seems as though Zach has totally lost interest in the whole blogging thing. And Two, I learned from three independent sources that he’s kind of a dick. What this second thing means for all of you…I don’t Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1122966924715075492005-08-02T02:14:00.000-05:002005-08-02T02:19:06.106-05:00What does a scanner really see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me --into us-- clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can’t any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. MurkWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1121549489138051232005-07-16T14:43:00.000-05:002005-07-16T18:29:10.896-05:00WHAT ONE INTERN CAN DO ANOTHER CAN DODespite the fact that I'm an incredibly lazy person, I take my job as an intern fairly seriously. I suppose the word "job" isn't entirely correct, as it implies some sort of monetary reimbursement for my time and effort, but let’s just go with it. During the nine hours that I’m actually supposed to be there I get as much work done as I can, only piddling Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1121233590471939112005-07-13T00:24:00.000-05:002005-07-13T00:48:40.416-05:00DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MY DIASTOLIC IS?Just to give you fair warning, this is gonna be a quick one. I'd hate for you to get hip deep into a post, expecting me to go on ad nauseam about whatever the shit it is I feel like going on about, only to discover that for once I didn't have much to say. Ergo, I'm letting you know up front.Truth be told, I don't have a lot on my mind, and I think that Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1120112562579450502005-06-30T00:17:00.000-05:002005-06-30T01:22:42.586-05:00Its the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something. -Paul Haggis CRAZY LARRYThere's something different about this city. Granted, I've lived in the Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1119691653561699802005-06-25T02:56:00.000-05:002005-07-01T23:04:31.713-05:00THAT'S THATI wrote all this at 2 in the morning and didn't proofread it. Enjoy.Let's get one thing straight: I'm only posting right now because I feel obligated to. For the last few weeks I've been planning a fairly long entry about Los Angelos traffic/things that have occurred to me while sitting in LA traffic --as nearly an hour a day gives me a great deal of time to think-- but now I've Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1117772204459429022005-06-02T22:11:00.000-05:002005-06-02T23:16:44.503-05:00SOMEWHERE IN UTAHOn the ride down here, I had about a dozen or so things that I wanted to blog about. These were either things that I saw or just things that came to mind at some point during the thirty hour drive. But as I sit here now, more than four days after being released from my Acura shaped prison, there's only two things that come to mind.First of all, and I don't know if this comes asWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1117175287851226812005-05-27T01:18:00.000-05:002005-05-27T01:28:07.856-05:00CALIFORNIA HO!The last days of a war, the last days before going off to war, these are the times when people sleep together.This is the start of something really big. But right now I gotta go.If the professor calls about that job, tell him "sorry, I had to go see about a girl."That's all I can think to say. I've got a lot on my mind. But I'm not really thinking about anything.Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1116651475856532012005-05-20T22:56:00.000-05:002005-05-21T11:27:36.576-05:00I'M NEVER WATCHING TELEVISION AGAINNBC announced earlier this week that Scrubs will no longer be a part of their Tuesday lineup. In fact, it's not a part of their lineup at all. Officially the show is on "hiatus," but we all know what that means.This happens to me every goddamn time. Whenever I find a show that I love, something gets in the way of me watching it. Sifl and Olly was cancelled.Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1116223695553218222005-05-16T00:19:00.000-05:002005-05-16T01:08:15.583-05:00EVEN THE MONA LISA'S FALLING APARTMy dad called me on Friday afternoon, while I was still in Columbia, to tell me that there was a minor tragedy at home. He said that the toilet in the upstairs hallway bathroom had overflowed, and there was some water damage. Notice how I stressed the word "some."So I come home late Friday afternoon, and it looks like a bomb has hit my house. All of the carpetWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1113788655467829612005-04-17T20:27:00.000-05:002005-04-19T12:37:05.826-05:00WE HAVE LITTLE TO DO AND MUCH TIME TO DO IT INSo I've been really busy. Not the typical kind of busy either. I've got a lot of stuff going on in my head right now. Which is to say that I don't have a lot of stuff on paper. Which, I suppose goes without saying, is not a good thing.Needless to say I haven't had a whole lot of time to blog. And, even if I did, nothing exciting has happened Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1111645750688906552005-03-23T23:29:00.000-06:002005-03-24T00:29:10.693-06:00SPRING BREAKDOWNSpring Break is quite a misnomer. I've been busier the last few days than I usually am at school. I'd tell you what I've been up to, but I guarantee that none of it is what most people would call 'exciting'. I've been doing a lot of homework. A lot of writing. A lot of reading. By the time I get back to school, I'll have my homework finished for Monday, Tuesday, and Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1110168839673784812005-03-06T22:11:00.000-06:002005-03-06T22:15:59.053-06:00NO BLOGSeeing as how I’ve been pretty busy lately, I recently toyed with the idea of not blogging anymore unless I was at home for an extended break. When I first started this blog, I really thought that I had a lot of stuff to say. I thought that I had fun and witty insights into the world at large, and even when I didn’t I could still fall back on a dick and fart joke or two.But now, two years Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1107846278468860112005-02-08T01:18:00.000-06:002005-02-08T01:04:38.466-06:00AUTOBOTS WAGE A BATTLE TO DESTROY THE EVIL FORCES OF THE DECEPTICONS…
Having what some would consider a semi-encyclopedic knowledge or the trivial and dorklike, I can tell you that 2005 is the year of the Transformers. I’d be lying to you if I said I haven’t been waiting for this year for a while. So long in fact that I entirely forgot I was waiting for it at all. But before I get too far into Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1105604620300437672005-01-13T01:35:00.000-06:002005-01-13T02:33:55.663-06:00IN THE BEFORE TIME...THE LONG LONG AGO
It occurred to me the other day that even among my close friends, not much is known about me before I came to college. Sure some of you know about the video store and my high school friends (Amanda and Christy) and I've told more than my fair share of stories about Anthony (my best friend in high school that made it a point to sleep with all of my friends Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1104992236272183432005-01-05T23:37:00.000-06:002005-01-06T14:57:38.906-06:00THE KEN JENNINGS STORY
ABC announced on Monday that it is in the process of making a movie of the week about the trials and tribulations of Jeopardy wunderkind Ken Jennings. The movie is to star Spiderman's Tobey Maguire in the title role and will chronicle Ken's entire life: from his paraplegic mother playing Motzart for a prenatal Ken floating around in the womb to the present day where the Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1104390161582340132004-12-29T23:45:00.000-06:002004-12-30T01:02:41.583-06:00MY FIRST BOOTLEGGER
I went to Walmart at midnight on Monday in the hopes that Garden State would be for sale and sure enough it was. Granted, I waited for like half an hour before I finally asked someone where it was, but hey...I got it.
My trusty sidekick Marc was with me. And yes I know that I am thought of as Adam's sidekick so I think there's some humor in that I (the sidekick) have a Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1103533662952566682004-12-20T01:37:00.000-06:002004-12-20T03:07:42.953-06:00REMEMBER BACK WHEN...
The other night I went to a high school hockey game with my dad. It was actually pretty fun. It was one of those things where I didn't really want to go, but I could tell that he wanted to spend some time man to man so I went. I find my father to be socially cumbersome in most situations. He usually walks into a room looking like a fifty-something toddler completely Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1101274320029560272004-11-23T22:54:00.000-06:002004-11-23T23:32:00.030-06:00NO TIME TO BLOG, DR. JONES
Look, I'm sorry that I haven't blogged in a while. No, wait, just hear me out. I've been busy. You know how it is. First you tell yourself that you're gonna do it just as soon as you get this thing done, but then as soon as you get that thing done another thing pops up, and then you say you're gonna do it after that, but then there's something else, and then your Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1096697810660094652004-10-02T01:45:00.000-05:002004-10-02T01:16:50.660-05:00SELF-LOATHING AND THE CREATIVE PROCESS
I hate everthing I write. That's a fact. I don't know why. I guess there's no reason for it. I mean, I know I'm not that bad of a writer, but frankly I think that everything I write is total and complete shit.
But I was thinking about it tonight, and I guess that's not altogether a bad thing. Maybe it just pushes me to try harder. Maybe it forces me Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1094700184981147272004-09-08T22:21:00.000-05:002004-09-08T22:23:04.983-05:00LUCK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD
I have the worst luck in the world. It's true. Take poker for example. I'm not a bad poker player. Actually given the amount of time I've spent studying it, I should be a terrific poker player, but for the life of me I can't win any money. Not only do I not win any money, but I typically lose all my money. All of this is to say that I lost five dollars last nightWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1093765178102365002004-08-29T01:28:00.000-05:002004-08-29T02:39:38.103-05:00It's pretty damn late, so this will be brief...
SHE FUCKING HATES ME
Renee's mom hates me. Okay, maybe she doesn't hate me, but she certainly doesn't like me. And it really wouldn't bother me, except that I don't understand why.
I'm a pretty nice guy. I think we can all agree on this. I don't use curse words all that often. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I've never hit a girl, at Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1092204269780567142004-08-11T00:11:00.000-05:002004-08-11T01:04:29.780-05:00AND LIKE THAT...IT'S GONE
It's over, summer that is. It's not like it snuck up on me. I've known for a while that it was coming. I do after all know how to translate a calendar. But it still sucks. I had like a million things that I wanted to do this summer. I'd list them all, but in the time it would take to do that I could get one more done.
It's shocking how much I didn't get done Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1091597377629365852004-08-03T23:23:00.000-05:002004-08-04T00:29:37.630-05:00BOURNE PAYCHECK II: THE STORY THAT NEVER WAS
Since the Bourne Supremecy came out a couple weeks ago, I figured I should write another installment of The Bourne Paycheck. I was really excited about it. I just finished the most recent, and I swear to God the last, version of my screenplay, and I was pumped about the opportunity to do something ' just cause'.
So tonight I started to work on The Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1091257990865843112004-07-31T01:20:00.000-05:002004-07-31T02:13:10.866-05:00FUCK M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN AND EVERYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN
***WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD***
I like M. Night Shyamalan. I really do. This is supported by the fact that I've seen all of his movies. Okay, maybe not all, after all I don't think anyone outside of Shyamalan and his wife watched the indie movie that he made in India, but I did watch Wide Awake with Rosie O'Donnell and that Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1090131592770867042004-07-18T00:35:00.000-05:002004-07-18T01:19:52.770-05:00I, ROBOT...THERE'S A JOKE TO BE MADE THERE, BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS
Being that I'm an avid movie buff (as long as the movies are American and made after 1980) and my girlfriend is now back in St. Louis some four hours away from me, I decided to throw down my hard earned money and go see the latest Hollywood offering. I had nothing better to do. It was just a way to kill a Saturday nightWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1089784461371355522004-07-13T23:58:00.000-05:002004-07-14T00:55:29.443-05:00ADAM OR ANNA
I find myself in a unique position. I'm the only person in the world that has had sex with both Adam and Anna. I know this might come as a shock to some people, although certainly not either one of them. Adam and I have been having sex since the middle of our freshman year. He took my anal man flower for Christ sake. And Anna...well...
I'm sure you all remember that "pitchfestWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1089349090262271732004-07-08T23:10:00.000-05:002004-07-08T23:58:10.263-05:00I DO NOT REGRET THE THINGS I'VE DONE...
I've been thinking a lot the last few days about regret. These thoughts didn't just come out of the blue. There is a reason behind it, although I choose not to share that reason at this time. Believe it or not there are some things too personal to broadcast over the internet.
I'd like to say that I don't regret anything. That old saying "I don't Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1089010075165617552004-07-05T00:50:00.000-05:002004-07-05T01:47:55.166-05:00BEAUTY IN THE BREAKDOWN
I feel like Charlie Kaufman. Not that I'd ever consider myself to be equal to him in any way. I'm just saying that as of right now we have something in common.
A couple weeks ago, nevermind how long exactly, I started working on my screenplay again. Things were going well. I was rifling through it, getting nearly ten pages written a day. Then I got to page 57, whichWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1088486846627102462004-06-28T23:38:00.000-05:002004-06-29T00:27:26.626-05:00WEEKEND RECAP
I had a good weekend. The girlfriend was here. It was great. Mostly we just hung out at my house, which should have been boring, but like I said...it was really great.
I'd go into the details, but it doesn't really make for interesting reading. We watched movies, saw some baseball, she watched me play hockey, and there was a fair amount of cuddling involved.
Great weekend.
Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1088139532448201012004-06-24T22:58:00.000-05:002004-06-25T00:02:43.580-05:00SURVEY SAYS
At work today I talked to Heather (my coworker not Crazy Wolf Girl) about attractive female celebrities. Long story short, I now have a top ten list.
1) Mila Kunis
2) Penelope Cruz
3) Sophie Marceau
4) Natalie Portman
5) Keira Knightley
6) Emmy Rossum
7) Anna Paquin
8) Catherine Bell
9) Shannyn Sossamon
10)Estella Warren
Honorable mentions go to Kelly MacDonald and Renee ZellwegerWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1087878106589199262004-06-21T22:29:00.000-05:002004-06-21T23:21:46.590-05:00MIRACLE ON ICE
When I was in high school, oh so many years ago, I would watch Mystery Alaska before every hockey game. It always got me in the mood to play, and at the time it was my favorite movie. This should give you some idea of how my cinematic tastes have grown. At any rate I played somewhere around 40 high school hockey games, so I've seen the movie way more times than anyone should Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1087534783070081732004-06-17T23:04:00.000-05:002004-06-18T00:03:28.603-05:00THE BREAKFAST CLUB 2: MONDAY MORNING
Nineteen years after the original, and sixteen years after it would be in any way acceptable, John Hughes has decided to release The Breakfast Club 2. The sequel will take place the Monday directly after the life altering Saturday. Again Hughes will give audiences an unapologetic glimpse of what high school life is all about. That is, of course, if the Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1087283400942277612004-06-15T01:23:00.000-05:002004-06-15T02:10:00.943-05:00DELAYED BLOG ENTRY
At the end of my last entry, I had a few things that I was going to talk about in this entry. That's not so much going to happen. It's been postponed due to...
MOVIE QUOTES
Quoting movies is the only thing I'm really good at. I'm a pretty good hockey player, and I'm an okay writer. And my abilities as a lover fall somewhere below that. Everything else I'm just mediocreWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1086841888369379712004-06-09T23:10:00.000-05:002004-06-09T23:31:48.386-05:00I WANT TO LOOK GOOD NAKED
That's all I want. Honestly. I don't want to lose weight. I don't want to be muscular. I don't even necessarily want to be more "cut".
I just want to look good naked. Obviously some of these things will be involved in looking good in my birthday suit, but they are not the end result, as much as the means to an end.
I've started jogging. When we get the pool Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1086676289367618152004-06-08T00:59:00.000-05:002004-06-08T01:31:29.366-05:00MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS
I just got back from the weekend at Renee's. It was great. We saw some Shakespeare and went to a museum. I'd actually never been to a museum, and I thought it would make me feel intellectual. Actually it was just really boring. Sorry Caleb.
Truth be told, it didn't really matter what we did. I would have been perfectly happy sitting around watching paint dry and Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1086329027536358772004-06-03T23:45:00.000-05:002004-06-04T01:03:47.536-05:00THANKS BE TO JEFF ANDERSON
In my humble opinion, Jeff Anderson should be a household name, but outside the walls of 129 McDavid and The Barrio, I don't think many people know who he is. I should assume that anyone reading this blog knows who I'm talking about, but I'd hate to leave anybody behind.
Jeff Anderson played Randal in Clerks. And for those of you not good with character names he wasWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1086153228054810562004-06-01T23:44:00.000-05:002004-06-02T00:13:48.053-05:00SPORTSNIGHT
Why can't real life be more like Sportsnight? We could all walk around and say remarkably witty things. Plus, we'd all be in good shape cause we'd walk everywhere. Even if we didn't have anywhere to go, we'd get up just to have conversations. No more sitting around in dorm rooms or apartments. We'd have to find a long hallway that wrapped around so we could go in loops just Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1085983533645369802004-05-30T23:50:00.000-05:002004-05-31T01:05:33.646-05:00DAY AFTER TOMORROW, SHATTERED GLASS, AND BIG FISH
I saw The Day After Tomorrow on Friday. It was good. I liked it. But that doesn't make much of a blog entry.
Conflict. That's what people find interesting. Nobody wants to read about how Marc and I hung out at Target for half an hour, made fun of the incredibly bad movies on the "Most Popular" rack, and then went to a movie that, for the Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1085208840715961852004-05-22T01:09:00.000-05:002004-05-22T01:54:00.716-05:00SIC SEMPER DAKOTA FANNING
It's Friday night, and Friday night means movie night. I've gone to a movie every Friday night for the last three years or so. This of course doesn't count time spent at school, but nobody's perfect. Anyway, Mark, my movie going partner, had already seen Troy, which was the only film playing at the local cineplex that I really wanted to see. And when I say "really Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1084689601065078192004-05-16T00:21:00.000-05:002004-05-16T01:43:10.606-05:00GERRY...SORKIN STYLE
A couple of years ago, Gus Van Sant (director of Good Will Hunting among others) wrote and directed a movie called Gerry. It starred Matt Damon and Casey Affleck, yes Casey Affleck...not Ben, and it consisted of two guys named Gerry walking around in the desert for an hour and forty-five minutes. Although the visuals are absolutely stunning, there's only about ten minutes Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1084336379380655562004-05-11T22:53:00.000-05:002004-05-11T23:32:59.380-05:00LIFE IMITATING ART IMITATING LIFE
Two weeks after Renee broke up with me I had a short story due in my creative writng class. Prior to the night she ended our union, I had no idea what I was going to write about. After she dumped me while I was in the middle of watching a hockey game, I knew I couldn't write a story about anything else.
In the story, much like in real life, the girl breaks upWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1083532911548354452004-05-02T16:21:00.000-05:002004-05-02T16:25:00.840-05:00MY CLEAN-SHAVIN SUMMER OF SELF-IMPROVEMENT
I've got big plans for the summer. Sure, I'll be working at the video store, which has been my cross to bear for over three and a half years, but I'm doing way more than that. First of all, I plan on reading a great many things that I should have read prior to my twentieth birthday. Fitzgerald, Eliot, Baldwin, Frost, Faulkner, Joyce, Salinger...I'm Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1082665961694735122004-04-22T15:32:00.000-05:002004-04-22T15:35:40.796-05:00EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVE I LEARNED FROM DAWSON'S CREEK
Even in junior high, no self-respecting teenage male would be caught dead watching Dawson's Creek. And although I was aware of the devastating social repercussions, I not only admitted to watching that show, but frequently spoke of its brilliance. Like the crazed religious man at Speaker's Circle I would shout to passersby just how Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1080883326623334142004-04-01T23:22:00.000-06:002004-04-22T14:40:43.420-05:00THY NAME IS WOMAN
I really do hate women. I'm sorry, but I do. They make absolutely no friggen sense to me. They say one thing when they mean another, and sometimes they don't say anything at all.
I bought the newest issue of Cosmo today. I'm on a mission to try and figure out why the hell women do the crazy shit that they do. I'm going to crack their code. This isn't just for me, oh noWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1079633943630631622004-03-18T12:19:00.000-06:002004-03-18T12:21:27.746-06:00THE REAL REASON
I know I claimed that I wasn't blogging because I didn't have the time, but that's just not true. Sure I'm busy, but how long does it take to blog. If I really wanted to, I could take five mintues out of my busy videogame playing schedule and write some stuff, but the truth is I just have no motivation. Something happened to the company that was providing my comments, and now Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1077393056728647532004-02-21T13:50:00.000-06:002004-02-21T13:52:55.263-06:00THE MORNING AFTER
Renee and I broke up last night. I guess I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. Thing's have been weird for the last few weeks or so. I figured whenever she was ready to talk about it, we would. But she came into my room last night with her mind already made up. There was nothing I could do.
She's an amazing girl. There's no question about that. I suppose it's Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1075838265444571432004-02-03T13:57:00.000-06:002004-02-03T13:59:25.000-06:00NO TIME FOR BLOG DOCTOR JONES
Between getting ready to go to California and writing and such, I haven't had any time to blog recently. But I plan on resuming my regular blogging schedule sometime in the near future.
Sorry.Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1073116608407917562004-01-03T01:56:00.000-06:002004-01-03T22:44:24.810-06:00MY CHRISTMAS VACATION...THUS FAR
To the rest of the world, the first half of my Christmas vacation probably wouldn't seem all that interesting, but as far as I'm concerned it's one for the books. My initial plan was to give a complete recap of my break, complete with chapter headings, but now I've decided otherwise. I honestly don't feel like putting that much effort into it, mostly because Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1072680552642978102003-12-29T00:49:00.000-06:002003-12-29T00:50:16.030-06:00DAVE...MY MIND IS GOING
Nothing bothers me more than being out of touch with the rest of the world. I like to have the most accurate and up to date information at my fingertips. To obtain this information, I rely almost solely on my computer, which connects me to the magical world of the internet. For the last two weeks, my home computer has not been working, and I've been stuck in the tall Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1071038437255408352003-12-10T00:40:00.000-06:002003-12-10T00:41:22.153-06:00MY LATEST BLOG ENTRY
I spent a solid hour today working on my blog. My entries included sections about my recent poker obsession, the role of the fat kid in today's society, and an analogy comparing my girlfriend to Kevin Smith's wife. It was damn good.
When I went to publish it, an error occurred and it was lost. I'm in no mood to recreate it, but at the same time I want to post something.Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1070183583835732382003-11-30T03:13:00.000-06:002003-11-30T03:15:27.496-06:00A LESSON IN STYLE
It seems that no matter where I go, people always stop to ask me where I get my snazzy outfits. Okay, so this never happens and there's really no reason why it should. There's nothing special about any of the clothes I have, except for the fact that I haven't bought any of them.
That's right, my parents buy my clothes. I know it's sad, but I can't stop them. Last week I Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1070162799738524702003-11-29T21:26:00.000-06:002003-11-30T02:26:23.623-06:00IT'S ALL RELATIVE
People think I'm crazy whenever I say this, but I truly believe that M. Night Shyamalan and Spike Lee are brothers. I'm sure that everyone is familiar with the latter. He's the critically acclaimed director of such films as Do The Right Thing, She's Gotta Have It, not to be confused with She's All That, and 25th Hour. M. Night Shyamalan, or Night as his friends call him, Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1070092360045303572003-11-29T01:52:00.000-06:002003-11-30T02:35:50.390-06:00IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME, AIN'T IT MASTER ROBIN?
This is the first time I've been home in nearly three months. Near as I can tell, nothing has changed.
The house is still in disarray. My father has vowed to clean it more times than I can remember, but it never gets done. My mother is still buying useless shit that we don't need, and I'm not convinced anyone on the planet has a use for some of Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1068496762119142452003-11-10T14:39:00.000-06:002003-11-19T11:29:15.750-06:00EVERYTHING THAT HAS A BEGINNING HAS AN END
Sometime last year I turned in my first college paper. Nothing really to write home about. It was a five page composition about the existence of artificial consciousness in relation to Kant's ideas about the nature of conscious thought. Sounds like a real page turner, I know. As with most things that I do, I didn't exert a lot of effort while Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1066076596567458922003-10-13T15:23:00.000-05:002003-10-13T15:23:16.420-05:00THE "HEY" PEOPLE
We've all known them. The people that you don't really talk to, and the people that you don't really consider yourself to be friends with. But you still say "hey" to them all the same, every time you see them. Without fail.
This is a special category of people. They are in no way considered friends. Friends are people that you hang out with. That you know things about. Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1063769673532078792003-09-16T22:34:00.000-05:002003-09-17T00:00:30.870-05:00THAT SHIT WEAKENS LEGS
For some reason, I now find myself with a girlfriend for the first time in over a year, and I have no idea what to do with myself.
It's not so much that I feel as though some of my freedoms have been taken away. Of course that's part of it. I mean what's the protocol. Am I still allowed to pull a 180 if an attractive girl walks by? I suppose if it's not it the Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753040.post-1062397325017164562003-09-01T01:22:00.000-05:002003-09-01T01:35:26.113-05:00THE ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS
I think we all remember the now classic stop-motion animation Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer movie. In my family, viewing this movie was as much a part of the Christmas tradition as hanging meaningless trinkets onto an oversized fake tree. At any rate, the film, which much to my dismay failed to recieve a single Oscar nomination, was a brillaint coming of age story Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08981120710354967905noreply@blogger.com0