A few random things before I either go to bed or get to watching "Full Metal Jacket" again...

"A guilty dog will grovel to get back into your good graces. A cat expects YOU to get over it."

See those two sentences up there? I copied and pasted them from another blogger. When I read them what struck me was, for being so anti-cat, this person sure ACTS like a cat when people get mentally constipated and (conversely) diarrhea of the keyboard over things he says.
Forget the dog vs. cat shit. Whom does that sound EXACTLY like, attitudinally?

I'm still grinning at the irony of it all...
Tell me who y'all think said it. Either when someone gets it or we get tired of waiting for someone to, I'll letcha know.
Meantime, if ya read those lines in their original post, don't blow it, okay? Be cool to see if anybody else knows or can "just tell" who it is.
Have a little irony. It's good for your blood, to quote Stephen King.

Gotta love 'im...

Next thing: Debra Winger gets on my nerves. I hate her in every movie other people whom I do like are in that I'm forced to gaze upon her toadiness.
Especially "The Urban Cowboy".
Jeezus.
My teeth are still aching from being gritted so hard the last time I watched that. However, Travolta dances so damned good, I just have to see it ever' once in a while.
Plus, I love the soundtrack....
Only thing about her in this movie is that I can't decide which drives me bugfuck more... that trashy, pointless, anybody-could-do-THAT-shit shit she pulls on the bull or the fact that she mashes the gas pedal before she shuts off her piece of shit car every fuckin' time she shuts off her piece of shit car. Idiotic, annoying, ugly little turd burgler.
And, I don't like Scott Glenn, either. He's uglier than deformed balls, too.
Those two shoulda been sterilized and left together to go to Mexico or hell... whichever.

"The Frighteners" is an odd movie. Eric got me to watch that with him tonight. I spent the first third of the movie feeling like a total DOPE because none of it made sense. BUT, Gary Busey's kid is cuuuute. Just like his Daddy... twins, just about.
Damn, now I wanna see "The Buddy Holly Story". Christ, I'm gonna be up all night just trying to get movies viewed that keep being referenced in my brain by other shit. Just from "The Frighteners", I now have the "want" to see the Buddy Holly movie, Full Metal Jacket and The Stand. Those last two are because DI Hartman is in it ("The Frighteners", I mean...) and they used "Don't Fear the Reaper" at the end, which The Stand starts with....
Same shit happens when I hear "Dude Looks Like a Lady". I immediately wanna see "Mrs. Doubtfire".
I hear the Bee Gees, I wanna see "Saturday Night Fever".
I hear "Shout", gotta see "Animal House".
"Draggin' the Line" = "Don't tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead".
"Green Onions", "American Graffiti".
Shit's endless.
And, Debra Winger irritates me as badly as a hunka glass in the eye.
Titless dipshit.

And, OH. My. Gawd. I forgot... Guess whoM I heard asking how to call in an order at work today... yesterday... whenEVER?
Yeah.
Lardass, "is she STUPID?" bitch.
HA!
Also, when she showed up today, she had no jersey. (What? Can't find one BIG enough, there Hoss?) I heard her say she'd be getting one by tomorrow.
Well.
I knew that when she commented on mine. Wasn't an hour later I heard her saying she was gonna get one, too.

Humph.

Y'all can be very proud of lil ol' me. I refrained from making any snide remarks about her asking how to order. BUT, another waitress didn't. That "mean" cook's sister? Yep. She busted Lardbutt's butt for "having to ASK how to ORDER..."
*snerk*
I just kept moving.
But, GodDAMN, did I wanna do one of those "touchdown dances".
Whew.
The self-control nearly made me self-destruct.
Not only those two things, but... I was nice AND helpful to her a time or two. Frankly, I'm hoping to (help her) make her(self) feel like a smacked ass for being such a bitch and I think it's working. At least, it seems to be making everybody ELSE think she's one, even if she's tooooo... FATheaded to get it yet.
She will.
Eventually, she will.
Karma can be a royal diva cunt-bitch, sometimes. I try, myself, to keep that in mind.
It helps me to behave.
Usually.

Okay. Anything else, BRAIN?
Or, can I go to bed now?

*thiiiinking*

Well, there is one thing.... I found/got the best Teddy Bear on Sunday... Wow, ya know? He's HUGE and sooo soft. Somebody (I think it was the kid across the driveway who just recently threw his "girlfriend" out) threw him away in the dumpster. I took our trash to the dumpster with George's truck and there he was.
Just sittin' there teary-eyed and snifflin'.
Poor Bear.
I snagged his fuzzy ass outta there and he's brand new and still clean as day one, so he's now probably wedged under Eric's head, being used as a pillow, since his new home is the waterbed. (The Bear's, not Eric's new home...)

I thought that was pretty cool of God to do. To give me a Teddy Bear like that, outta the blue. I'm hoping to hell (or somewhere) that it's just to make me feel better til Normie comes home and not supposed to be a "replacement", IF ya know what I'm (not) saying....

Either way, he's beautiful and I do love 'im.

Now. Is that all, Brain o'mine?

Hmmmmm....
Seems to be.
For NOW.
*weg*

I'm sure I'll come up with even more prolific drivel after I've gotten some sleep. My mind is mush right about now.
Can ya tell?

(*mutters to self* Hell, after having had to wear an Iggles jersey all day, whadda we expect? Sanity? Pffffft.)

Yeah.
Okay.
It's almost 1:30am.
No movies now.
I want to, but my eyes feel like they've got sand in 'em and I think I'm just gonna go read "Hearts in Atlantis" til I fall asleep. I'm into my favorite "section" of that book now, anyway. Pete Reilly's college years. That's the second part. The first part is about Bobby Garfield. Then comes Pete's part. Then there are two parts that are kinda weird (what? in a King novel? Noooo.), then we end with Bobby and Carol together again for a time.
Talk about a King book that got SCREWED being made into a movie... good God, what they did to this book. Fucked it up one side, then the other, then frontwards and backwards.
I used to hope they'd make a movie out of his book "Insomnia", but now I'm just afraid they'd kill that story, too.

Alright, before I get started on how Steve makes his characters so real that when the movie dolts cast the parts with people who look and are so not like he wrote them that it makes me puke (Molly Ringworm as "Fran" in The Stand is a GREAT example of that shit), I'm going to BED (Brain).

Gonna grab some iced tea, make a "piss stop", then off to bed with my draggin' ass. (That's draggin' now, not "dragon". I ain't that bad... *grin* At least, not now I ain't. Too punchy from lack of sleep. Gee, I wonder why? I've only been up about 21 hours...)

Hope everybody is sleeping peacefully and that you all have a good day.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 01:50 AM

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