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Today's hot naked girl is brought to you courtesy of my hometown. There's nothing to do there, so everybody either drinks, fucks, gets high, or starts a band. I went with options 1 and 4, and then got the hell out of Dodge. It worked out.

I just got the link cable and software for my cellamaphone (that imho really should have been included with this crazy go nuts expensive gizmo to begin with). So far, I'm less than impressed. Bottom line: I basically just dropped ninety bucks to get a picture of Strongbad as my phone wallpaper. Meh. I've spent more money on smaller results.

I just picked up Far Cry, because the gf just bought a totally kickass tricked-out new computer, and you have to get a new game that will show it off. It's the rule. I only played it for a short while, but I'm digging it.

Tonight we're probably going to throw in Kill Bill Volume 1 and Airplane and make with the popcorn. I'm being a very bad person and bailing on a very dear friend's bachelor party today, but I'm still shaking this stomach flu, and so maybe beer and strippers isn't what the doctor ordered. Instead, it's relaxing time.

Either that or it's exactly what the doctor ordered. Hmm.

Everybody doing well? I will definitely get back to my usual barrage of commentary once I return to being sound as a pound.

UPDATE: I just got back in from Kill Bill Volume 2. It's joyous. If you have the chance - re-watch Volume 1 just before going in. That's what I did (the gf hadn't seen 1 before), and it makes the experience something delicious.

I did, however, see it in a theatre full of the type of person who would laugh out loud at the trailer for Soul Plane.

For.
Fuck's.
Sake.
People.