I'm done. No more LJ for me. Been thinking about it for a while, and decided I'm too addicted to the internet as it is. Besides, none of you bastards update anymore anyway.

Farewell, livejournal.

What if an angel descended from the heavens just for you, a veritable gift from God, and you weren't ready to accept that gift?

My favorite quote as of late: "Life hands you lemons. And you just be like everyone else and have a collection of fuckin lemons."

Whether or not The Da Vinci Code is good is of trivial importance to the fact that Tom Hanks has an awful haircut in it. My prediction is that the movie will go down in history described as "So Bad the Film of Ron," judging by early reviews. I can keep going with the So Dark the Con of Man jokes, but for your sake and mine, I digress ( Read more... )

I'm home ( Read more... )

I have a new favorite movie. It's a noir flick (of course!) called The Third Man. Why do I like this film so? Well, it's easy to understand once you hear this: The screenplay was written by Graham Greene, Orson Welles plays the villain, and the main character is an alcoholic writer. It's right up my alley. It also has the most beautiful ( Read more... )

Today I fed peanuts to squirrels in Boston Common. They ate right out of my hand, it was great. And the pigeons, evil denizens they are, tried to steal the peanuts from my hand in mid air. At one point I was surrounded by ten or so rabid pigeons and they were all making various swoops and attacks at me. It was crazy. Chessie's sister shall supply ( Read more... )

And now for the news that made my day ( Read more... )

5 nights left on the lam ( Read more... )

So I'm going to break from tradition here and actually say something on this journal: What in the name of almighty Cthulu himself is going on? I just read an article about an instance in which Dick "I Shoot Lawyers" Cheney was greeted with cheers and a standing ovation in his home state of Wyoming. Well first off, we should never have made a man ( Read more... )

Hello all. Long time no speak. I have had a most wonderful wintry respite, and now the nose is firmly pressed to the grindstone. Or something like that. Always sounded like a metaphor for cochaine consumption to me. But I am doing none of that here in Boston, of course. I leave all my drug dealing for the A-T-L. What else do I use the trunk of the ( Read more... )