03.23.2003 - 12:23 p.m.
"One you lock the target
Two you bait the line
Three you slowly spread the net
And four you catch the man."
Can you Name That Song? I've
been wiggling all over the house to it this morning, because
apparently I am flashing back to like 1989 or something. I've
been a downloading fool the last couple of days, which means
the dog has been subjected to abnormal amounts of paw-grabbing
and "dancing" around, which she so far seems to tolerate
but it's likely only a matter of time before she bites my jugular
in response to my annoying behavior and cries of "Shake
that dog booty!"
Here's what I've acquired in
the last 48 hours: 5 Erasure songs, because how great is Erasure?
I had forgotten! How fun is it to sing "Oh L'amour"
at the very top of your lungs while boogying around the living
Also 50 Cent, Siouxsie &
the Banshees ("Kiss Them For Me", I LOVE that song),
Shakira, Young MC (because what's wrong with "Bust A Move"?
Fucking nothing, that's right), Fat Boy Slim, Depeche
Mode, Pink, Tatu, Kylie Minogue, Duran Duran, and The Bloodhound
And uh. Uh
I - uh. Does it help if it's a club remix? Of that "Slave
4 U" song? No? Not so much?
Oh, and Metallica's "Whiskey
in the Jar", because that song rules.
I have a mp3 challenge, which
is to find Tones on Tail's "Go!", and Nitzer Ebb's
"Control I'm Here". No one seems to be sharing those
tunes, and for whatever reason I've decided I want them both
badly. So, you know, this weekend isn't all about the slacking.
I've got goals.
Boy, did I ever see a crappy
movie yesterday. Take it from your old pal Sundry, Dreamcatcher
is a stinker. But! You have to go see it so you can catch The
Animatrix: Final Flight of the Osiris. Because that? Was so totally
Oh, I guess Dreamcatcher had
its moments. I scrunched down in my seat a couple of times and
did my patented blurred-vision routine (that's where you deliberately
unfocus your eyes during the scary parts of a movie so you don't
look like a wuss). Other than the few satisfyingly startling
gooey scenes, though, I second this comment on IMDB: "The
acting is wildly uneven, the script is chock-full of cliches
and the plot is all over the place, spanning from coming-of-age
tale to horror film to military thriller to sci-fi to teen fart
On the other hand, if you require
nothing more in your movie watching experience than the depiction
of aliens, take heart from this comment: "I highly recommend
this movie to all alien fans. 10/10."
I went to my horrible terrible
two hour long kickboxing class yesterday morning. 10:30 to 12:30.
That's a long time to pray for death, people.
I think everyone in the class
succumbs partway through to a type of Stockholm Syndrome, where
the pain and the agony just make us love the instructor more.
She puts us through this monstrous drill, over and over, and
each time we CLAP and YELL at the end. Like "Hooray for
us! Our lungs have collapsed and giant rips have appeared in
the walls of our hearts! Wheee!"
Towards the end, we had to
partner up for some punching routines. (I hate this. She goes
"Find a partner! Find a partner! NOW!", and I am instantly
transported through time to some soul-destroying gym class where
everyone has a partner except ME.) So I look around, and the
only person looking back at me is this 7 foot tall guy. Fine.
So I have to hold a punching mat up in the air which he's supposed
to hit, except he's, you know, mega fucking tall, and I'm 5'
5", and my arms are screaming and he's frankly hitting just
a smidge too hard and damn, it goes on for about half an hour
before we switch, and then he's "motivating" me with
some stupid Richard Simmons yells ("Go, girl!") and
I think very, very seriously about kicking him in the shin.
Today I've got skinned and
bruised knuckles from all the punching, which I secretly think
makes me look cool.
Number of mud puddles in backyard:
Number of labrador retrievers owned: one
Number of times have used "Resolve" carpet cleaner
in the last two days: 48922546978362
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