Thursday, June 25, 2009
The Dark Knight Short Review
Today I finally saw The Dark Knight. I'm the type of guy that pretty much thinks every movie I see is 1/2 ass, especially when tons of people say it's going to be good and get my expectations up. I also nitpick movies when they're rewrites or based on a story line that I already know. Well, even with all this in mind, that movie still managed to kick ass. They took the nearly cliche comic book themed movie and actually managed to make it stand apart from all the others. I was impressed. Good shit.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sports Cars, Jewelry, and Boredom
Cars, diamonds, homes, luxury... This blog entry has nothing to do with any of that, I'm just curious whether my ads are being picked sheerly from the title and first couple sentences... Oops, I forgot... Mansions, Caribbean getaway, Porsche, Lamborghini, Ferrari, BMW, Volkswagen, and an old man sodomizing a goat with a pickle.... I hope I get an ad displayed for the last one, that would be interesting.
Ok, so I've been up all night and, after a few hours of sleep, managed to wake myself up early screaming in my sleep. Fun. Nothing like cussing people out in your dreams so hardcore that it wakes you up. That seems to happen to me a little too much. I have fucking issues. Hell, I don't have issues, I have subscriptions...
I've more or less forsaken my blogs because I think I'm starting to actually start to set standards on what I write. And it's well known that when I start setting standards, I am never able to meet them. So, fuck standards. Now you get shit like this. Also, I've been too busy getting annoyed with minor details. Little things like those "Are you depressed?" ads and not having the meta description tags reading correctly are driving me nuts. Oh well, I tend to obsess over tiny details more then the big picture, I suppose. But I guess it's better to post something then not to bother to post anything at all... maybe. I'm just bored. Blah... Not like anyone reads this shit anyway nor do they get my psychotic sense of humor.
So, now I'm just typing to myself. Yet, another blah... I guess it's a little less crazy then talking to myself, like I usually do. In the end, everything I do is nothing but a meaningless waste of time that's only use is to fill in the gaps of time between misery and inevitable death. Fun stuff.
Stabbity death awaits you.
I guess this is the part that I should put something that isn't just pure pissiness. Not sure if I have that in me at the moment but here goes:
There was once a small boy by the name of Ed.
He had a tiny dick and he wished he was dead.
Late at night, as he lie in his bed,
A monster lurked over him and patted his head.
"Little boy, why are you always so sad?"
"A gargantuan shlong, I wish I could've had!"
"It's not the size of the wand, but the magic inside."
"I'm sure you just say that, because you have something to hide!"
"What, are you calling me gay, you stupid little shit?"
"I call em' like I see, and that's all there is to it."
So, the monsters brutally ripped Ed apart.
And, just to make this rhyme, he let out a fart.
Ok, so maybe that wasn't my best material. Oh well. Ruby, emerald, sapphire, gold, platinum, silver, bloody donkey dick.
Ok, so I've been up all night and, after a few hours of sleep, managed to wake myself up early screaming in my sleep. Fun. Nothing like cussing people out in your dreams so hardcore that it wakes you up. That seems to happen to me a little too much. I have fucking issues. Hell, I don't have issues, I have subscriptions...
I've more or less forsaken my blogs because I think I'm starting to actually start to set standards on what I write. And it's well known that when I start setting standards, I am never able to meet them. So, fuck standards. Now you get shit like this. Also, I've been too busy getting annoyed with minor details. Little things like those "Are you depressed?" ads and not having the meta description tags reading correctly are driving me nuts. Oh well, I tend to obsess over tiny details more then the big picture, I suppose. But I guess it's better to post something then not to bother to post anything at all... maybe. I'm just bored. Blah... Not like anyone reads this shit anyway nor do they get my psychotic sense of humor.
So, now I'm just typing to myself. Yet, another blah... I guess it's a little less crazy then talking to myself, like I usually do. In the end, everything I do is nothing but a meaningless waste of time that's only use is to fill in the gaps of time between misery and inevitable death. Fun stuff.
Stabbity death awaits you.
I guess this is the part that I should put something that isn't just pure pissiness. Not sure if I have that in me at the moment but here goes:
There was once a small boy by the name of Ed.
He had a tiny dick and he wished he was dead.
Late at night, as he lie in his bed,
A monster lurked over him and patted his head.
"Little boy, why are you always so sad?"
"A gargantuan shlong, I wish I could've had!"
"It's not the size of the wand, but the magic inside."
"I'm sure you just say that, because you have something to hide!"
"What, are you calling me gay, you stupid little shit?"
"I call em' like I see, and that's all there is to it."
So, the monsters brutally ripped Ed apart.
And, just to make this rhyme, he let out a fart.
Ok, so maybe that wasn't my best material. Oh well. Ruby, emerald, sapphire, gold, platinum, silver, bloody donkey dick.
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