There are 867 wooden planks in the wooden fence at my work.739 of them are pretty gray. Ill bet theyre the original posts. 115 of them have a light birch color, maybe a couple of years old. The other 13 planks look brand new, like they were replaced this year.
I sneezed while I was taking a shower this morning and I bit my tongue REALLY FUCKIN HARD!!! Of course it bleed like all get out and I noticed something pretty freaky. . . Ive tasted blood before, like when you cut your hand and you dont want to get blood all over everything, so you just put your mouth over the cut (Ill bet thats just a boy thing) But the blood tastes like something foreign, as if theres too much iron in it. Not a taste a healthy minded individual would want in their mouth. But when I bit my tongue this morning the blood tasted GOOOOODDDDDD!!!! Like the blood thats still in a rare steak. It didnt taste foreign at all, it tasted like FOOD! I went to a joint by work for lunch and had a big ass steak for lunch. On my way home I hit the meat market and got these nice rib eye cuts. . . MEAT for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow.
I watch too many movies. I think we as a culture spend too much time looking for entertainment and not enough time being creative. . . Im not just talking about all you lazy fuckers out there. . . Im pointing the finger right at me too. I havent done anything creative in years other than count the planks in the fence at work.
Bought 6 movies this week.
Office Space (Too fuckin funny!)
Groundhog Day (One of my faves.)
Sid and Nancy (I know it sucks but it reminds me of the good old days)
Matrix Reloaded (Fuckin horrible but you know your going to end up buying it too.)
House of 1000 corpses (SEE MATRIX JUSTIFICATION ABOVE)
28 Days Later (It was a decent mind fuck a couple of times)
I used to buy books that I though defined me in some way (Or the way I wanted to be perceived) Id put them on my shelves or carry them around so people would think I read great literature, like I had an appreciation of great writers. I spent a shitload of time and money trying to define me the way I wasnt. Ill bet you can tell a lot more about somebody by their movie library than you can by their bookshelves. Reading a book is a cerebral investment, watching a film is a 2-3 hour escape. I dont want to sound like some low brow, least common denominator, uneducated, Missouri hick. I have a degree in philosophy and Im working on my masters, so Ive done my share of reading. But honestly, Ive seen more great movies than Ive read good books and it took a lot less time.
I sneezed while I was taking a shower this morning and I bit my tongue REALLY FUCKIN HARD!!! Of course it bleed like all get out and I noticed something pretty freaky. . . Ive tasted blood before, like when you cut your hand and you dont want to get blood all over everything, so you just put your mouth over the cut (Ill bet thats just a boy thing) But the blood tastes like something foreign, as if theres too much iron in it. Not a taste a healthy minded individual would want in their mouth. But when I bit my tongue this morning the blood tasted GOOOOODDDDDD!!!! Like the blood thats still in a rare steak. It didnt taste foreign at all, it tasted like FOOD! I went to a joint by work for lunch and had a big ass steak for lunch. On my way home I hit the meat market and got these nice rib eye cuts. . . MEAT for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow.
I watch too many movies. I think we as a culture spend too much time looking for entertainment and not enough time being creative. . . Im not just talking about all you lazy fuckers out there. . . Im pointing the finger right at me too. I havent done anything creative in years other than count the planks in the fence at work.
Bought 6 movies this week.
Office Space (Too fuckin funny!)
Groundhog Day (One of my faves.)
Sid and Nancy (I know it sucks but it reminds me of the good old days)
Matrix Reloaded (Fuckin horrible but you know your going to end up buying it too.)
House of 1000 corpses (SEE MATRIX JUSTIFICATION ABOVE)
28 Days Later (It was a decent mind fuck a couple of times)
I used to buy books that I though defined me in some way (Or the way I wanted to be perceived) Id put them on my shelves or carry them around so people would think I read great literature, like I had an appreciation of great writers. I spent a shitload of time and money trying to define me the way I wasnt. Ill bet you can tell a lot more about somebody by their movie library than you can by their bookshelves. Reading a book is a cerebral investment, watching a film is a 2-3 hour escape. I dont want to sound like some low brow, least common denominator, uneducated, Missouri hick. I have a degree in philosophy and Im working on my masters, so Ive done my share of reading. But honestly, Ive seen more great movies than Ive read good books and it took a lot less time.
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shaka:
STOP IT YOU WICKED VIXEN!!!!! GET OUT . . .OF MY. . . MIND!!!!
atarianpunk:
I think both books and movies define you. Books to let people see what you educate your mind with and movies to let people see what you use to relax and kick back. Thing is, are the books there just for show or did you actually read them?? 