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People who know me well understand I have a serious problem with "movie quoting."

I quote movies many of you might have seen, like "Swingers" or "Big Lebowski," (which, with the latter, I just did last night--"Obviously, you're not a golfer.") Unfortunately, I also quote or reference movies that maybe .00005 % of the population have seen. Which ( Read more... )

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Does anyone else feel/smell/hear/taste that? It's 2005. Clap on, y'all.

As I sit here contemplating why my roommate has a Star Trek Enterprise 2005 calendar and what the hell betamethasone dipropionate cream is, I'm going to ramble. I'm not drunk. At least not on anything but life and Arizona ginseng tea. It's just that I love you all. Every single ( Read more... )

The Fockers ain't got nothing on the Waterhouses.

Actual Conversations Concerning Chase's New Love Interest On Christmas Day:

( No, seriously, I transcribed it into real words and stuff.... )

 
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Working the late shift sucks ass.

I'm already sleepy. I can't eat for another hour. I'm in small editing room in the studio dungeons talking to an editor who makes Bill Lumbergh sound exciting. And someone just came by and pulled the "sniff this scented marker and tell me what it smells like so i can really mark all over your nose" trick. Pffffft.

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I like making lists. And if my boredom right now was an animal, it'd be a giant pteradactyl sitting in the corner being unawesome. Or a unicorn riding a rainbow but not laughing. In short, lame. I will probably defend most of my choices to the death. Not because I really like them that much. But because I like saying that I'd do anything "to the ( Read more... )